Pandemic Pregnancy 101: Not your mother’s pregnancy

“I have been pregnant for one thousand years,” I whine, to anyone who will listen. In reality, I’m 25 weeks, but what a 25 weeks it’s been.

Now, I don’t really have anything with which to compare my experience, but judging by the hastily masked, tired-looking faces of other moms-to-be at the clinic, it hasn’t been a barrel of monkeys for any of us.

I never thought I’d be slogging through my first pregnancy at 35, unemployed and in a pandemic. But here I am. I learned of my “condition” in April, just weeks after I was…