It's been ten weeks of staying at home and I've found it difficult to write. I've spent the entirety of our third trimester at home, safe and worried. I've missed the rituals and routines, things like shopping for groceries early on Saturdays, choosing fresh flowers for the week, noticing the color of the sky on my drive home from work. We stayed home and our days looked different. We carved out workspaces, baked cookies and muffins, ordered takeaway from our favorite places, hand-washed masks. There were mid-morning pauses for cups of tea, afternoon walks around the neighborhood, meetings and celebrations over video conference. Friends and family sent boxes -- all the sort of things a baby might need in his or her earliest days.
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