The way the months fly by these days – it’s like you welcome it. I don’t know if there are many situations quite like pandemics and pregnancy, and pandemics IN pregnancy (plus pregnancy IN pandemics), that make you welcome the conclusion of yet another week; another month. I’m sure we can make a list of times you welcome the endings and beginnings, and maybe don’t mind much that the creamy middles are just shooting on by. Let’s see. Pregnancy. Pandemics. Chemotherapy, maybe. That final stretch between 16 1/2 or so, and 17, in which you don’t yet have your driver’s license, and then you do. Time bends and stretches and contracts too. It’s all about aging and perspective and science and maybe a little magic too. It’s really like anything.
There are certain things I/we do every week. On Wednesday nights, I have my pregnancy virtual group. On Friday nights, we have been watching the Shakedown Stream Grateful Dead shows – with special guests, and once there was Bruce Hornsby! (pitter patter heart) Tuesday nights are live Phish shows, which we sometimes catch. You have to realize I sleep through a lot of things. On Tuesday and Thursday afternoons, I pick up the free meals from the town that we all so desperately need on those days. New foods. Nutrients. Contact with people. On Wednesdays at 4pm, Mass.gov updates the site with the weekly public health reports. Every day in the early evening, the Boston Globe sends out the email announcing new deaths and cases in all of Massachusetts and other New England states – all due to COVID19. It’s been up in the hundreds.
That’s life these days. I try to make it peppier and more adventure filled. Some days, I just really don’t have a clue on how to make it happen. If we want to see loved ones, generally from a distance, or if we want to go on a road trip, so many things have to align. Like the weather, my health, my motivation, patience, food planning, safety planning, work, and more. I never know how much. Does walking outside feel like wading through quicksand because of the pregnancy, the pandemic, or the anxiety? They intersect into a hot and humid mess. A boiling point mess, not unlike this July. So I welcome whatever it is that August will bring. The pregnancy passes by so fast and most days, I can’t wait for it to end. Some days, though, I can’t believe this is the last time – even though I said that with my previous two pregnancies. There are still things to enjoy – like cool breezes and a tap back from the tap I give to my stomach. An echo or a response.
I’ve never been pregnant in August, and I’ve never been in a pandemic in August, or ever. So all I can do is welcome August, and everything after. I have to believe we’re all hurtling towards more brain power, more resilience, more adaptability, and more appreciation as well. And I don’t think we will lose it either – when this virus inevitably goes away, or shrinks to something dark and unrecognizable. I think we will keep what we’re gaining, and hopefully it won’t be forever triggers to that one strange time in history – in our histories – that changed the trajectory of our lives into something dark and unrecognizable; never to be retrieved. Oh no – I don’t believe that. I believe in August, and everything after, moving away from the sun, while we move to the light.
I’m linking up with Finish The Sentence Friday (FTSF) for a new prompt. This week’s awesome topic is “Once, in August…” (anything August) You can link up with your post on the topic HERE.