View photo. I was 40 years old when I gave birth to my daughter. I don’t remember ever making a conscious choice to become a mother later in life. It’s just the way things worked out. I met my husband at 36. Got married at 38. Shortly after the wedding I landed in the operating room having female-related surgery. Once healed and given the OK, we started trying to conceive. And that’s when I became a crazy, emotional, obsessed woman I barely recognized. Trying to conceive consumed my every thought. It sapped all of my energy. My life revolved around it. And my sanity was thrown out the window. RELATED: How to Get Cool, Not Cheesy, Baby Bump Pics To say I was frantic about my...
↧