As of today (), it's been two weeks since my second dose of the Pfizer vaccine. I'm now fully vaccinated. My wife's been fully vaccinated for a few weeks. My girlfriend and I were able to get both doses together, so she's fully vaccinated now too.
Of course, EJ hasn't been vaccinated and won't be until the CDC approves a vaccine for kids her age. We're not out of the woods yet. I wish there were better guidance out there for the vaccinated parents of unvaccinated kids. We're winging it, and it's not like we're the only family in this situation.
I feel like I should be excited that I can do more things now, and to some extent, I am. I'm excited to be able to hug family and friends—I got to hug Jen yesterday! I'm looking forward to eating outside at restaurants. Jer and I are planning to grab a beer later this afternoon. We'll be able to have (fully-vaxxed) friends from outside of our pod babysit EJ, so we can take some of that burden off of Eryn.
But for the most part, I'm decidedly not excited. I'm finding myself dreading some of the return to normalcy. I don't feel comfortable in crowds anymore. I find the idea of being in an enclosed, crowded place horrifying. I used to take a bus to and from work every day. I don't think I can bring myself to do that anytime soon. Fortunately, I don't have to. I don't yet know when I'll return to the office, but it won't be for several months at least.