ashleypajor

  As I look back on 2020 it has been a year. In January, I found out the best news of my life. I was pregnant after almost two years of negative tests and heartbreak after heartbreak. I was 12 weeks along when Covid hit my area. I was immediately scared. Scared for myself, scared for my growing little bean. I put myself in lockdown mode. I was working from home. Didn’t go to stores, didn’t see anyone. It was safe, but God it was hard and really lonely. I had to attend all my pregnant appointments alone. That was the only time I left my house for months. The only other thing I did was my gender reveal. But I had to plan a social distanced gender reveal so that I could have at least some sense of a normal pregnancy experience. But that was even hard, to have everyone in cars, honking a blue smoke came out. It was so disappointing for me. Even as things got better, I was still terrified. People not wearing their masks or being out and coughing and sneezing increased my anxiety so much...