10 Pros & Cons of a Pandemic Pregnancy

Selfie taken after my Zoom baby shower.

Selfie taken after my Zoom baby shower.

I know what you're thinking…can there possibly be ANY pros to being pregnant during a pandemic? I might have said “No way!” had I not lived it and simply had no other choice than to look for such pros to maintain my joy and sanity! For reference, my list pertains to the pre-vaccinations Covid-19 Pandemic culminating in my son being born on October 22, 2020. Everyone loves a good list, so here goes:

Starting with the obvious CONS. As we used to tell our pre-ballet students at City Ballet Dallas when they would say they CAN’T do something: “You CAN keep trying!” Well, I wish that could've applied in this case:

  1. Can't enjoy recreation at some of our favorite places safely.

  2. Family can't visit from across the country to help out when the baby is born.

  3. Can't hang out with friends or make new mommy friends.

  4. Can’t work. I know, some of y'all probably started working from home, but the nature of my job and the fact I was transitioning from teaching dance and Pure Barre in Connecticut to teaching in Virginia meant that I didn't get prioritized when studios were putting their classes online. The Pandemic affected Ben's work as well; filming got postponed and coordinating a time to be the only one in his shared warehouse shop became as tricky as making plans with a flaky Angelino Tinder match. Dinner at midnight on their side of town? In other words…super late and inconvenient.

  5. Can't have an in-person baby shower or professional maternity photos like I had always dreamt of having.

  6. Can’t go grocery shopping so opted for getting groceries delivered and thoroughly sanitizing each delivery. It was frustrating because we didn't always get what we wanted if the store was out of something or the shopper got the wrong thing (I know, I know, first world problems). Grocery delivery days always occupied a good 3-4 hours of our day, from texting with the shopper about substitutions to sanitizing and putting everything away. Sometimes I was so exhausted from my pregnancy that less perishable items didn’t get dealt with for a few days…

  7. Can't safely travel meaning no baby moon. I felt pretty bummed about this as I love traveling and would've really loved to visit the ocean.

  8. Can't take in-person birthing, breastfeeding and baby classes. These classes just aren't the same virtually, they lack the personal connection of being face-to-face with an instructor and the opportunity to make friends with fellow expecting parents.

  9. Can't shop in-store for maternity and baby stuff. I didn't always end up with maternity clothes that fit regardless of how much I checked the measurements and size charts, so would've really loved to try stuff on. We also didn't get to get our hands on baby gear when making our choices and had to strictly rely on pictures and reviews.

  10. Can't get tattoos. Doesn't every pregnant woman have a plan to get a matching tattoo with their baby daddy? No? Just me? Well, it's a con. Now that my baby is born and we have been vaccinated, my fiancé and I plan to finally turn our moon tattoo dream into a reality.

Now on to the PROS:

  1. I spent more time in nature than I would have.

  2. We weren’t stressed with accommodating visiting family when Alden was born.

  3. Abundance of quality time with partner. I got to spend lots of quality time nesting with my love, trying our skills at everything from cutting and coloring hair to backyard DIY maternity photoshoots...

  4. I became eligible for and received excellent social services due to my lack of employment. I've never been eligible for unemployment benefits before, being independently contracted, but the combination of the relaxed rules due to the Pandemic and my being pregnant afforded me unemployment and Medicaid.

  5. More people were able to attend a Zoom baby shower than an in-person one with less time and travel investment. My sister was such a rock star at creating the best baby shower possible over Zoom, that friends still rave to me about her skills.

  6. I stayed really healthy. I didn't catch ANYTHING. I did have a bit of seasonal allergies but Claritin kept em in check.

  7. Had time to make and create: tried bunch of new recipes, refinished a dresser, painted nursery shelves, reupholstered 2 chairs, created a painting for our bedroom, and Ben made a bunch of cool furniture for our home as well as built a modest garden and place to hang our hammock.

  8. I took lots of guilt-free and FOMO-free naps.

  9. I got really good at online shopping and returns. See These Are A Few Of My Favorite [Baby] Things for baby stuff.

  10. Had plenty of time to really think about the tattoos.

Here’s hoping this list becomes irrelevant sooner rather than later. Til then, keep your mask over your nose and your chin up!

Alden’s first doctor visit, five days old.

Alden’s first doctor visit, just a few days old.

Hello Pandemic, Goodbye Storybook Pregnancy

Let’s talk about the huge elephant in the room: We’ve all been living with this strange Covid-19 pandemic since mid-March (some of you sooner than that, depending which part of the world you call home). Because of this, I had to come to terms with letting go of my romantic notions of pregnancy and accept how my pregnancy would really go. Being that Ben and I found out about my pregnancy on February 21, 2020, we were able to experience the first few weeks of knowing (and keeping it to ourselves) in an old-”normal”-life fashion. We spent one weekend in Charlottesville, another weekend out near Ben’s farm, and had a healthy social life during those few weeks while enjoying some of our favorite parts of Richmond. I had picked up guest teaching at Pure Barre RVA and was excited to connect to the community there, including several coworkers that were already moms and/or were also pregnant. I (and most likely every other pregnant woman at that point) was expecting the next nine months to be like my own version of pregnancies I see on TV, starting with the basics of glowing, growing, teaching Pure Barre and dance classes, and making life-long friends at local birthing classes. I dreamt of inappropriate strangers coming up to me to touch my belly, make comments on my belly size, ask how far along I am and ask if it’s a girl or a boy. My vision culminating with an amazing in-person baby shower, full of my new local friends and anyone willing to travel, and with my family visiting near my due date to welcome this little human, while helping Ben & I adjust to life with our new baby…

And then, that second week of March hit, when news of the virus's spread became more real, and case numbers were growing and moving closer to Richmond. I remember breaking down at one point during that week, crying to Ben about how terrified I was of the stealth virus: everyone was the potential threat. A virus and fever during the first trimester of pregnancy can have harmful effects on development, not to mention that pregnant women tend to have a compromised immune system. I was scheduled to teach two classes that week, and was feeling a bit nervous. I stuck to my commitments and used lots of sanitizer, but after I left the Pure Barre studio that day and before Pure Barre RVA (and the rest of Virginia) shut down and switched to virtual classes, I decided to not continue to teach, due to the threat it might pose to my pregnancy. The next day, I nervously sweated my way through the grocery store, attempting to stock up on much food as I could fit in my cart while avoiding all the carefree shoppers as best I could. I must have looked crazy. That was the last time I went into a grocery store… I. Was. Terrified.

Classy bathroom selfie with N-95 mask at one of my many solo prenatal doctor visits during the Covid-19 pandemic.

After that weekend passed, Ben & I chose to lockdown at what I lovingly call the “Richmond Granny House”, only leaving the house for me to attend my prenatal checkups (to which Ben was not allowed to accompany me at first) with the most effective and most uncomfortable N-95 mask. It was a sweet couple of months there, lying out in the lawn, chatting across the road to our lovely friends and neighbors, Ben working on projects in the garage shop, and sanitizing our Kroger grocery deliveries with fervor. My heart broke the morning of my first ultrasound, when I got a call to tell me the ultrasound office was not allowing visitors starting that day, and so Ben would not get to see our sweet babe. I got very used to attending all my appointments solo, so much so that when they first loosened up the ropes to allow one visitor per patient, I missed the memo. Luckily, he was able to join me later on in my pregnancy.

Other heartbreaking decisions we faced due to the pandemic included planning a virtual baby shower rather than an in-person baby shower, Ben going up to Stamford, CT, for work solo while I stayed in Richmond, VA, from my 32nd to 38th week of pregnancy rather than me joining him, and our families resolving to meet our sweet baby boy over FaceTime and Zoom rather than traveling from their prospective parts of the country. And forget about a baby moon! We were too cautious to feel comfortable traveling anywhere, so we opted to make our days at home as special as our creativity would allow.

We have been able to maintain our health thus far, something to be grateful for certainly, but I really look forward to the day when we will be able to visit with friends and family in-person!

Late & Right on Schedule

Do you ever think of something, and shortly thereafter, it manifests? There are many theories about this, some of which I find interesting to try out. For the past several years, I’ve been a curious studier of such theories, specifically the Law of Attraction, although now more than ever in my life am I noticing more and more my desires and my life matching up. This next part of the #MakeMeAMommy adventure is one example.

As mentioned in my last excerpt, Ben had a plan and we were on-track. We had each established residency in Virginia and signed up for health insurance, mine of which would kick in starting February 2020. We did all of this knowing that Ben’s current work in Connecticut would finish in early February, but unsure when he would be starting back on the next season. It could very well be right away or there could be a break of an indefinite length of time. We got word at the end of January, the break would begin in a week and last at least two months. So, I (anxiously) made my arrangements with the open-ended information at hand, put in a full two weeks at my jobs before taking my (hopefully short) leave, and Ben and I moved back to Virginia just in time for Valentine’s Day.

Once in Virginia, I wanted to get to Step 3 as soon as possible, in order to get to Step 4! So, I found an OBGYN and set up the first-available well-woman appointment. Between the time I scheduled the appointment and the actual appointment, things changed.

I was late. 2 days, not unusual. 3 days, suspect. 4 days…Ben put his hands on my midriff with wonder and awe, “There might be our baby inside you!” 5 days? Time for a pregnancy test. That night, we had invited a few friends over for dinner, I was roasting a lamb shoulder, I took the test and…eeee!…called Ben right away! Luckily, I caught him just before he picked up one of our friends on his way home from work. If I hadn’t caught him then, I wasn’t sure when I would have an opportunity to privately tell him. And surely, he would be confused at my refusal of a glass of wine with dinner.

Watercolor and ink by your’s truly over baby’s 1st pic.

Our friends joined for a fun dinner, while all night, Ben and I secretly celebrated. Secrets, I’m no good at…as the evening started to dwindle down, and most everyone except one friend, Jessica, had disappeared, I started to feel hot. “Is it hot in here?” I ask, and start to turn down the thermostat. “No…” Jessica says and exchanges a look with Ben “…are you pregnant?” Needless to say, I changed my appointment from “well-woman” to “first prenatal”. It’s as though our little one knew exactly when to show up!

The Man With a Plan

Long story short, Ben & I navigated our way through a long-distance courtship and relationship for nearly a year from the first time we spoke. He asked me to move to the East Coast to live with him, and after putting into place some important boundaries for myself, I agreed with pleasure.

I enjoy allowing him to lead us, and am also willing to initiate conversations if I find myself questioning our progress. The magic happens best when I voice my feelings along with quantifiable goals and then I shut-up. Like planting a seed in the soil, it may or may not sprout, but it will certainly not sprout if I keep digging it up to check on it.

The topic of starting a family was one of those seeds. One magical day, Ben came to me of his own accord and shared with me his plan for us to get to work on Mission #MakeMeAMommy. It included a few steps and deadlines (which I love!).

Spending Thanksgiving 2019 visiting friends in North Carolina, shortly after applying for our Virginia drivers licenses.

  • Step 1: Establish residency in our new home state of choice, Virginia, before the end of 2019.

  • Step 2: Set up health insurance in Virginia effective starting early 2020, ready for whenever we would next be back in Virginia from Connecticut during a break from Ben’s work.

  • Step 3: I would schedule a well-woman’s exam shortly after coverage began to make sure I was good-to-go on getting pregnant.

  • Step 4: #MakeMeAMommy!!! Responsibly.

I was over the moon excited that my man had a plan. Hot!

Mission Impossible: Find Mr. Right-Best-Near-Future-Daddy-Ever

Anyone who has ever lived and dated in Los Angeles knows how difficult it can be to find a mate. Most of the men run around with Peter Pan syndrome, and there are plenty of distractions for all. I moved to Los Angeles when I was 29 years old from Dallas, TX, while most of my friends were having babies, I was ending an eight year toxic and thankfully childless marriage, on a mission to heal and then find myself in a healthy relationship with a man who would do anything to have a beautiful family with me. Hence, my long-term mission became #MakeMeAMommy.

Moving to LA was probably not the best place to find Mr. Right-Best-Near-Future-Daddy-Ever, but it was a good place for me on a professional and creative level. When I was 34 and newly dumped after a year-long relationship of wasted baby making time, I found myself bitching out a guy on a first date. He was in his late 30’s, and said he maybe wanted kids sometime in the distant future but not anytime soon. Mind you, he was one of the many guys aged 30-45 with whom I found myself on dates, who all said that same exact thing, and I was fed up to my eyeballs sick of it! The number of dates I went on with each of them decreased over time, as I realized to say “Bye!” to them sooner and sooner.

I was mad. I was mad for myself and for my many single girlfriends in their late 30’s who also wanted families. I was mad at all the guys wasting our time. I was mad at all the people wondering and judging why women my age (especially LA women) ended up with guys that are much older. I’ll tell you why…too many Peter Pans in LA disrespecting our ticking clocks. Seriously, to all the Peter Pans out there…date younger women and stop wasting the precious last baby-making years of amazing women 30+!

I believe that if a person is intelligent, healthy, and a good human being, they have a duty to pro-create. The world needs more humans that are raised by good humans. That was old me, who felt very self-righteous and also may have had a slightly flawed perspective…it turns out, if someone does not want to have children right now, they should really not be having children right now! (P.S. I have many beautiful, talented, smart, fun, amazing single girlfriends that are looking for Mr. Right-Best-Near-Future-Daddy-Ever so if you know of any eligible good humans please let me know!)

I digress…somehow, by the grace of God or the Universe, after saying no to a bunch of “not-wanting-to-have-children-right-now” dudes and maybe a few “wanting-to-but-crazy” dudes, I said “Hello Handsome!” to my match, my Mr. Right-Best-Near-Future-Daddy-Ever, Ben, as I was coming upon my 35th birthday. I was instructed by my co-worker, “You need to call Ben.” So I did. He was on the East Coast, and our first conversation was great, and he ended it with “I have to go back on TV now, but I will call you when I’m done.” (More about that later.)

A feast of “First'“s: Our first weekend meeting in person, Ben’s first visit to the magical Venice Canals (even though he lived in Pasadena for 18 years!), and Ben’s first trip back to LA since moving to the East Coast.

And he did…granted I was still at work, but we ended up talking for over a combined hour or so that first night and really hit it off. We shared deal breakers, and then, on that first night, on the phone, West Coast to East Coast, is when I told him that I want to be a mommy immediately, within reason of building a healthy foundation and there being attraction, and that I was not interested in dating or talking to anyone who did not want to have children or was unsure about it. He said we could keep talking. And we did…and so it began!