Only Good For One Thing


I was completely unprepared for the reality of pregnancy over the age of 40.  I thought I knew pregnant. I don’t think that’s an unreasonable thing, as I’ve done it a few times.
I was pregnant throughout my 20s, and once I’d clawed my way past the horrific vomiting of the first trimester, growing babies didn’t take that big of a toll on my body. I’d bounce my way through the second and third trimesters, glowing my way to the new baby’s arrival

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I’m the 40-something-ish wife of my beloved Computer Guy. I’m the adoring and incredibly proud mom of nine children…two saints…seven in training. I’m my brothers’ sister and my parents’ daughter. I’m a devout Catholic, an avid political junkie, able debater, aspiring home-maker, amazing friend, and I make the meanest Chicken Fried Steak you’ll ever have the pleasure of eating. I’m a homeschooling guru, a writing addict, a sometimes public-speaker, and an advocate for staying true to the person God created you to be. I can’t live in a house with white walls, sing Billy Joel songs while I wash the dishes, will read anything you put in my hands, and am completely obsessed with rhinestones and cute shoes. I am just like moms the whole world over, and then some.