I was celebrating my birthday and hitting my second trimester of pregnancy when the real impact of coronavirus hit the UK.

My boyfriend and I had originally booked a trip to Venice, but cancelled it when the virus reached Italy, booking a night in Oxford instead. Then, just hours into our romantic country retreat, Boris Johnson began to warn elderly and pregnant people to stay at home.

Dinner at the hotel was a hushed tense affair, the atmosphere among the few guests muted as the impact of what was happening hit everyone. What was supposed to be a celebration had turned into a worry, and we decided to return home and quarantine in a bid to avoid spreading potential germs to the elderly – and with the pregnancy very much at the forefront of our minds.

We planned our route home according to supermarkets. The week before our trip, we had attempted our usual online grocery shop, but no delivery slots were available so we knew we were returning to an empty fridge.

Coronavirus: “I didn’t expect to be pregnant during a pandemic”