Howdy Being Pregnant readers. My name is Katie Allison Granju, and I am the newest Being Pregnant blogger. If you had asked me a month ago whether I’d be blogging about pregnancy any time soon – or EVER – I would have laughed in your face before possibly pulling your hair and slapping you. Given that my youngest child, G (I refer to my kids by the first initials of their first names when I blog) is only six months old, as well as the fact that she was child #5 for me, not to mention the fact that I am an ancient 43 years old, my husband Jon and I really, really thought that we were done. Finis.
It turns out, however, that the universe had other plans for our family. Without getting into TMI territory, let me simply say that between the fact that I am 43, the fact that we JUST had a baby (meaning romance hasn’t exactly been high on our list of marital priorities lately), and the fact that we thought we had taken all necessary precautions to avoid the already unlikely possibility of me getting pregnant, well, let’s just say that the odds of this pregnancy happening were ASTRONOMICALLY, COSMICALLY low. That’s why I say that I am thinking that this is one of those “surrender to the universe” kind of occurrences. On paper, statistically, my pregnancy isn’t possible. And yet, I am definitely all knocked up.
I am around 7-9 weeks pregnant, and today I will be going to my OB (who is going to FREAK when he sees me back in his exam room) for the first time in this pregnancy. I assume I will get my first ultrasound, to date the pregnancy, since I am not entirely sure of the dates. Given my age and the fact that I have had miscarriages in the past, I am well aware that something could go wrong at this early stage. But I decided to go ahead and share the journey with y’all, no matter how it goes because I know that there are a lot of 8 weeks pregnant women out there who think they are the only ones secretly worried that when the ultrasound tech waves that wand over her belly, the screen will display something she doesn’t want to see. I freely admit that that’s what I fear happening today. My second biggest fear is that the screen will display twins. Perish the thought.
So yeah. Baby #6 for me. I always wanted a large family, but the route to get here has been circuitous, to say the least. But here we are, and here we go. I am happy to have all of you join me for the ride.
And by the way, I’d love to hear from any of you who have very closely spaced children, as I will have, or large families. I’d also be interested in hearing the stories of those of you who have conceived naturally in your 40s, which I keep reading is less likely than being struck by lightning. Tell me your own experiences in the comments below.