This time last year we were in shock that it was six months later from the start of the pandemic and we're still dealing with it. Everyone did Rosh Hashanah on their own. It didn't even occur to me that there may be more new years we'd be spending in a pandemic.
Fast forward a year. We planned a small gathering for the first night. Considering the rising infection rates, one family decided it was too risky to travel. Another family had a member with fever and, even though everyone tested negative for COVID, they backed out too. I hope we have more opportunities for future gatherings all together soon. My husband went to an outdoor service and we stayed home.
The night before RH I got an urgent call around bedtime. "Get dressed, I'm coming to pick you up." Turns out a local COVID vaccine clinic was nearing the end of the day and there were several doses still left that were about to be tossed. It was posted in a public group, first come first serve, for anyone to claim. First, second... or third doses. I didn't hesitate and got the shot. Part of me remembered about pupo status and for a minute considered texting my doctor. But after following all the information online about the safety of the vaccines and the ACOG recommendations that anyone pregnant or TTC should get them, I was confident I was doing the right thing for my safety. Protecting me means protecting any potential occupant, knowing that getting covid while pregnant raises the risk significantly to both.
Over the holiday I read a potty training book. Today I bought a potty. And while I was shopping online, also got some pee sticks. I've lasted this long without testing, maybe I can hold out. Lot of cramping and bloating, very uncomfortably so. I thought maybe it's a UTI but I tested for that and it came back negative so not sure what's going on but I also got more UTI strips. Pee everywhere.
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