Well. The point is, that it's just kind of funny that for a whole 60 seconds or so I actually thought it was POSITIVE. I really did. That's why it's a post here, and not just a private eye roll.
So you can laugh at me!
I should know better; for the 10 years or so I've been taking the mini pill I've bought a lot of preggy tests. The way it works is you take the same low dose every day, there's no "off" week like regular pills, right? So no period, which I do not miss, but there's no way to really know if you're "late" like you ordinarily would. I feel very disassociated from a woman's normal cycle. And because they're low dose you have to take them exactly the same time each day, there's less forgiveness. So if I happen to feel ill one day, or fall asleep early, or get drunk and forget, etc. I'm theoretically opening myself up to fertility. I never had trouble getting knocked up when I meant to.
I haven't thought about it much, though, for the last three years or so. I figure at this age, conception is much less likely (plus you have to, um . . . ::shrug:: never mind) but you never know. I've probably got another few years till the "change."
Hubby's sister had a baby at age 41. And did it again at 43. Biggest mistake she ever made (long story) but health wise everything was OK. (Well, we're not entirely sure about the youngest one yet; he's kind of LD, but that may be his environment.) People do it. In fact, I think hubby's mom was about that age when she had him, too. My mom was 35.
Pie mentioned hard decisions. Wouldn't be a decision at all, unless a test revealed serious problems. A baby would be welcome, even though it wouldn't be convenient. Actually aside from the age thing, it would be easier this time around because I've got older kids to help out, especially my daughter, who is really such a mother hen already.
Well obviously it's a moot point. It's just that for that minute I really thought it was true and it was interesting to note my reaction. Terror, certainly. Calculation of when spring quarter ends.
Hubby and I elected to stop at two when we were blessed with one of each, boy and girl. Didn't want to push our luck, or our resources. But it's always been kind of sad to me that it's over, especially now that they are on the cusp of high school and fairly independent. OTOH I'm loving the chance to "get my life back" so to speak and be something besides mom.
Oh well, thanks for letting me ramble, and I realize it really was just that . . . roll your eyes at me, go ahead, you think I'm a ninny.
