Holy Mary, Mother of God, I am with child!
Preggo, PG, knocked up, Federlined. Yep that's me. Currently it's a secret. (sort of) You know, and my man knows. As I mentioned, I am 35 (going on 17), lived many life-times, free as a bird artist and designer living in Los Angeles with my man-friend/baby daddy, 2 dogs and a cat. I had a pretty full life before I got the big fat positive and I now spend my days pondering and daydreaming how life will be in about 30 weeks. Not that I am afraid of the little addition, I'm excited and understand that at my gasp, advanced age, "Its now or never". I've been ready, not ready, and ready for a long time but the truth is.. it just took me this long to land the right guy! Or maybe it is the other way around.
Bingo! Bullseye! We've hit the jackpot on the road to breederdom, continuing our lineage of superb genes! We're now "in da' club" and I get to know what all those preggar ladies where babbling about, and now get to feel self-important (I'm carrying the next president of the United States! For godssakes!) I'm Earth Mother, goddess, hear me roar and get out of my way!
Actually- I, like many millions of women before me have done this thing. And as mentioned before, being an unmarried, previously fancy free and footloose, "older" broad raising a mixed-race luvbaby with all the uncertainties of this nutty world will sure have its challenges. But I like to imagine myself standing there with my hair in the wind, braving the changes to come...This is destiny! Written in the stars, planned out for ages! Well no, this story sorta started the night my boyfriend said, "well if you don't feel like taking the pill, then don't"...
'OK'
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