At 34, I Won’t Be Fertile Forever. Should I Get Pregnant Amid The Coronavirus Crisis?

Justine Feron
The author, her husband and their son.

Three years ago, I had a miscarriage. It happened while I was on a family vacation in California, causing my husband and me to trade wine tours and beach days for blood draws and ultrasounds. Then, two years ago, my textbook pregnancy took a high-risk turn, requiring months of bedrest, weekly scans and a long stay in the hospital. So if anyone knows the importance of being able to roll into an emergency room in the middle of a pregnancy crisis, it’s me.

And yet, in the eye of a pandemic, when there’s never been a worse time to leave home, let alone to need medical care, a dangerous thought has been burrowing in my brain.

Should we try to get pregnant again?

As my husband, Emmett, and I walk slowly up and down our block with our 18-month-old toddler in tow, I raise the question.

“Have you seen those articles about how people expect there to be a COVID baby boom in nine months?” I ask, by way of an opener.

“Yeah, and they’ll all name their kids Corona,” he laughs.

“Well, what do you think of that?”

He stops mid-stride and looks up at me. “What, you want to have a baby named Corona?”

“Maybe,” I say. I’m trying to be coy, but it comes out sounding vaguely threatening. Of course I don’t want to name this hypothetical infant after a global pandemic. Or a beer brand, for that matter. I’m a reasonable person.

Or am I? Because what reasonable person, given my medical history and the moment we’re living in, would ever consider this?


Good reasons abound to not try to get pregnant at this time, and I force myself to write them down, as if the act of committing them to paper could exert the...

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