Well, we knew it was coming eventually, but Paul got his 60 days’ notice at work. Finally, nearly a year and a half after first getting the news that his company would be relocating to Mexico, he has an end date–hilariously, right after my due date. Oh, universe, you are hilarious.
Obviously, this coming mid-coronavirus also makes for complicated timing and a lot of work in his field is moving overseas, but we’re not freaking out. He’s getting a decent severance package, and while my paycheck absolutely isn’t gonna be enough, I can grab overtime here and there and the timing does potentially solve our problem of how to handle me going back to work.
The news happens to come the same day his friend who moved to New York after the closure was announced found out his job is being eliminated, mostly due to coronavirus.
We’ll figure it out. It’s not the first time he’s lost a job. Yes, having a baby this time absolutely complicates things, but we’ve been here before.
In other news, I have no idea where my weekend went. It was the laziest, most unproductive one I’ve had since this all started, and I couldn’t tell you why. We spent some time clearing out what we had been using as a sort of guest bedroom to get ready for the baby. The crib should be arriving tomorrow, and the current plan is for my mom to steam-clean the carpet in there before anything is assembled. Currently, there’s still some old furniture in there, but it’s clearly making the transition. A few people have sent gifts, so those are all in there, as well as the stash of samples I’ve been amassing for the better part of the last seven or eight months. If a website offered me free samples of diapers or wipes or bottles or whatever, I signed up.
Eliana turned one, which was originally to have been marked with a whole birthday party. Instead, the grandparents and aunts and uncles popped by their apartment, except my brother being my brother, I was never told of this. And while being left out is, like, a complex of mine, I know him well enough to know he didn’t intentionally exclude me, he just…didn’t think to say anything. And at the same time, Paul wasn’t really comfortable going and neither was I, in part because some in attendance are working in healthcare right now. I trust that they’re all being careful, but being pregnant, I don’t see a need to expand the circle of people we’re seeing. I’d be okay with visiting some weekend on our own instead.
I also chauffeured Paul around to run errands. My car battery has now died twice because it’s just sitting in the garage, so after getting it charged back up, I suggested we run errands and I’d drive and he could go in, as he has been, and handle the actual purchasing and human interaction. And man, it felt so good. I was having fun. I offered to just drive on weekends when we need something so I can get out of the house without actually, like, doing anything.
Because I’ve left the house so little–I believe that was outing #4, and the previous three were doctors appointments–seeing people just wearing masks in public is still really, really weird to me. It’s very dystopian sci-fi, while everyone else is used to it. Mostly, I guess.
Pennsylvania’s current approach is color-coded phases–red, yellow, and green. Most of the other end of the state, out near Philadelphia, is still in the red, while we moved to yellow on Friday. In my opinion, there’s not a huge difference between the two. It seems to be that yellow allows for additional retail to open. The outlets, for example, are open because it’s an outdoor mall, and anchor stores at regular malls are allowed to open. Malls themselves aren’t. But for the most part, social distancing and mask wearing is still the norm.
Reactions in the area seem mixed. There has been some push to reopen, with my county joining a couple others in suing the state and some people definitely agreeing with that decision, but I’m not one of them, and neither is anyone I know. My friends are all pretty much on the same page that there’s no way this is gonna truly end anytime soon, and we’ve popped on Zoom a couple times to chat. My immediate family is pretty much the same way, and my mom in particular is being very careful since my drive-by baby shower is at her house. She’s frustrated with some extended family for seemingly ignoring all guidelines completely and opting to have a small get-together next weekend.
Things feel split along political party lines, and therefore to a certain degree age, which is ridiculous to me, especially considering there’s still so much we don’t know about the virus. I’ve felt for a long time that this distrust of the media and science was a problem, and this is exactly why–we’ve now got large groups of people who either don’t understand or are straight up ignoring that this is legit and that some of us are relying on the bulk of the country to just chill and do their part to limit exposure. If I wasn’t already working from home, my doctor told me that they’d have me start my maternity leave two weeks before my due date solely to quarantine.
Looking ahead, our weekend is likely gonna be some baby prep with more of…whatever we’ve been doing to kill time. I kind of wish I wouldn’t nap so much, but I truly can’t help it at this point.