I Will Be 50 When Z Goes To Kidergarden !

Yes, that’s right I will be 50 ! I may not have thought this out all the way through….

It wasn’t until my OB called me a geriatric patient that impact of being pregnant at 44 hit me. Geriatric??? I felt somewhat embarrassed about this label.

I guess it didn’t help that this was at a time when celebrities were being bashed for having children in their 40’s. Oh how I hated reading social media or going on the internet. I mean 44 is too old, you can’t possibly use your own eggs. Why would you risk a baby who might have a genetic disorder? 44 is too old to raise a child, who is going to care for the child if something happens, that’s not fair to the child. Someone of that age can’t keep up like younger parents. Good reads, really boosted my confidence.

First, I just want to say that I conceived accidentally, which means my own eggs, and with no fertility drugs so anyone who called Halle Berry a liar for saying she concieved naturally, it is possible, I did.

Secondly, Z is perfect, no genetic disorders. Don’t get me wrong all the buzz around the risk with older mom’s scared the begebers out of me so I had a genetic test done. Normal.

Third, I am 44 not 64, I hadn’t planned on dying before 60 so I should be around. And a 20 year old isn’t guaranteed to be around until the their child is grown…soooo yeah.

And last but not least, number 4….When Z was born I already had a 4 year old at home. I get up at 5 am every day, go to bed at midnight and run all day long. We dance, walk a lot, I play with them at the park, make snowmen, play soccer and and so much more. Some days I want a nap but that is no different from when I was in my 20’s.

I actually enjoy and appreciate being a parent more this time around then I did in my 20’s. Not that I didn’t love being a mom in my 20’s and not that I didn’t love and enjoy my children in my 20’s. However, this time I have more life experience, I am more secure with mayself and more relaxed.

So yes, I will be 50 when Z enters kindergarten and no I hadn’t really thought about that before he arrived but I wouldn’t change this for the world. 50 isn’t so old, I will be 62 when he graduates high school!

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