I found out in June of 2005 I was pregnant at 42. I wasn't supposed to have any more children. Due to scarring and surgeries from endometriosis. I was preparing for a second marriage, working two jobs, raising a teenager, and playing softball for two teams. I had been dating John*(not his real name) for two years after a divorce from my first husband. I was feeling off. I was thinking I was starting early menopause or maybe even cancer, since I was bleeding very irregularly.
I decided to go to the doctor, and she told me I was pregnant. She thought I was miscarrying. She sent me for an immediate ultrasound. There I saw you for the first time. You were about 10 weeks old. Not long after, at my first obgyn appointment, the doctor asked me if I wanted to abort you. No, I was sure God had a reason for both of us. I was in shock but I knew, I would see this thru.
John was thrilled, his family lost so. They were very possessive of him, and didn't want change in his life or theirs. He financially supported the household. I just threw a monkey wrench in their plans. Hell, I threw one in my own. Pregnant at 42???? I was very much in shock.
I decided to go to the doctor, and she told me I was pregnant. She thought I was miscarrying. She sent me for an immediate ultrasound. There I saw you for the first time. You were about 10 weeks old. Not long after, at my first obgyn appointment, the doctor asked me if I wanted to abort you. No, I was sure God had a reason for both of us. I was in shock but I knew, I would see this thru.
John was thrilled, his family lost so. They were very possessive of him, and didn't want change in his life or theirs. He financially supported the household. I just threw a monkey wrench in their plans. Hell, I threw one in my own. Pregnant at 42???? I was very much in shock.
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