But soon, I started to feel better about everything. Dare I say, even happy? Excited?
Then the virus hit!
My partner and I live in Sydney, and when we decided to try to conceive it was during the height of the bushfires, so hitting the three-month mark in the midst of coronavirus seemed fitting in a sardonic kind of way.
Now I’m pregnant, along with millions of others, during a pandemic. What to make of it all? As if there wasn’t already enough to worry about. Climate change. Overpopulation. Now a global pandemic? Are you kidding me?
My partner and I remain positive and are truly looking forward to this new chapter. But how can we not be fearful too? How does one responsibly, lovingly and mindfully bring a new life onto this earth amid so much uncertainty?
A friend reminded me that the world has been through a lot of insanely terrifying and precarious times and somehow,…