A little over two years ago, having just turned 42, I had my annual GYN doctor’s appointment. The doctor told me that my chances of conceiving, due solely to age, would be about 5% at age 43, the age at which I was marrying the love of my life, Matt.
On March 4th, we received some of the best news ever, that after trying, hoping and praying, I was pregnant, blessed with a miracle from God with our natural pregnancy. We are so happy, grateful and humbled by this gift and all the responsibilities that come with it.
As an older mom to be, I’m aware of how this is received by some people, some positively and some negatively. I understand the some of the medical establishment refer to me (and in fact all mothers to be at 35 or older) as AMA which stands for Advanced Maternal Age, which is even a change from geriatric pregnancy, which I’m sure not one pregnant woman liked.
I’ll be 9 weeks pregnant tomorrow, and already two family members who know had a surprised reaction along with their happiness, one even was surprised we were trying. I’m going to blog about what it’s like to be pregnant at this age, the experiences good and bad, and hopefully share fun memories and experiences. If you have questions, feel free to ask.