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This entry has been cross posted at my blog, Wisermom.org, and was part of a blog carnival "Babies of 2009" hosted by A Very Good Year.
This is a blog with a mission, being, to take some of the GAHfuckdamnohnoisthisokay?
out of becoming a mom when you're over 35, or in my case now, over 40.
I had infertility issues that kept me from getting pregnant when I was
younger, and I was one of those hand wringers who would Google
"pregnant over 35" and just be dejected with the search results. Hardly
anyone has anything good to say on the matter, or encouraging, or even
maybe celebrating women who start their families later. It was all risk
and warnings and that shit is just depressing.
But that's not to say it isn't real. Indeed, pregnancy for me was
nearly every bit as hard and scary as they say it can be for women my
age, especially bearing twins. I had pre-term contractions,
pre-eclampsia, borderline anemia, a very tough delivery (which had
nothing to do with my age, ahem). What they don't tell you is, so
fucking what?
See, I'm trying to cultivate a new and improved attitude about
risk. Now that I've taken certain risks and have gotten a certain
unbelievably awesome payoff, I'm here to say that if your heart truly
longs for a baby and you're over 35, go on and get pregnant. DO IT. I
could have had a worse result, yes. But you know what? I didn't, and
most women my age having babies don't either. And look what I got to
show for it:
Two beautiful kids, born totally healthy.
So here's the whole truth about my over 39 year old twin-pregnancy experience. First, the bad.
To keep reading, please head on over to my blog Wisermom.org.
