By the time the third trimester came around, we were pretty much already set. We had bought the majority of the “baby stuff” in my second trimester, during the New Year sales, which I’d had mixed feelings about. My mother didn’t buy baby things for me until much closer to her due date, so it felt almost like I was jinxing things by buying everything “too soon”, but… well, anything could theoretically happen at any time, and since we had to buy things anyway it made sense to buy them at a discount and while I still had the energy to choose what we got!
Next, I did a ton of cooking, freezing things in portions so that we wouldn’t have to bother with cooking in the evenings when my husband got home from work. My work contracts were beginning to end and no new ones were being offered (unsurprisingly) so by the time my third trimester started I was down to working only twice a week. This was fortunate, as I had been increasingly concerned about this new coronavirus spreading in Japan following the Chinese New Year (not to mention the trouble on the Diamond Princess) and was reluctant to be out and about much. I was wearing a mask and using hand sanitiser as part of my pregnancy precautions anyway, which was a blessing since it meant we already had a supply of masks and sanitiser at home before the panic-buying wave hit!
But unsurprisingly, this new virus continued to spread, and things continued to change.
When I went for my 29-week checkup on 3rd March, I walked into the hospital building and no sooner had I taken my shoes off and sprayed my hands with sanitiser than the nurse at the door said, “Oh, Mrs. H, you’re due mid-May? Your husband won’t be able to be with you at the birth, then.”Continue reading