I Am No Longer 35...

I am now almost 24 weeks pregnant. Being that I am at the age of 37, I was concerned. Everyone from my mother to some of my girlfriends were concerned.  I am past that dreaded magical number which is 35 years of age.  It is sad when a number lingers on your head as if you have been cursed.  In 1970, only 1 in 100 first births was to a woman who was over 35. At 37, I feel full of energy, wiser and so much more beautiful than when I had my eldest son at the very tender age of 19.

We now fast-forward to 18 years after I had him and he was the one that looked at me with his beautiful big brown eyes and told me” obviously you are not too old if you have conceived.”  I thanked my teenage son for the words of encouragement and wisdom I needed to hear.  There are so many challenges that comes with being a parent and as the world moves faster in technology and information life seems so scary and overwhelming at times.

  As I find myself in the half way mark of the pregnancy I am overjoyed and filled with pride, hope and happiness. I know soon we will add a new life, a new life that came without warning or any planning to our already  busy and chaotic life, but as we get closer to July to her predicted due date our family seems to work together in a synchronized fashion to make this new arrival a smooth and a natural transition. I am truly certain that my 30 year old self would not have been this patient and open to what life and the universe is about to bring us.