In early November 2020, I found out I was pregnant with my first (and so far only) child. At 42, I felt like this was my one and only chance to bring a child into this world…it just so happened that the world never felt as tumultuous and scary as it did to me then. My pregnancy was so easy that sometimes I didn’t believe it was really happening, and I often would not allow myself to think too far ahead, to what it would be like to hold this child in my arms. I was so afraid that I’d never reach that point. Then, in February 2020, on the day I received my first dose of the Covid vaccine after much internal debating, I allowed myself to reflect on what I wanted my son to know about this time…and what I wanted it to mean for him. You can read the piece here.