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Hi anyone who is reading this. You might have seen last year's blog entitled, Having Babies in Your 40's. I decided to keep writing because now that the babies are actually born, a whole new dimension takes over that can't be ignored...being a new mommy in your forties.  O.K. I had practice with the birth of my daughter four and a half years ago when I was 42. Now, four and a half years later, I am once again a new mommy, having turned the ripe old age of 47, just six weeks after child numero dos came out. What, am I mad? What possessed me to do this again when it was already exhausting four years ago? Did I honestly think it was going to be easier, being four years older, with double the load of two children? I must be mad. I must love to make my life hard. It must have started that time in the woods when I thought going through the 10-foot wide pit of mud was easier than walking around it. I want to make things harder for myself and I am dumb. Oh great, what a revelation to realize when my life is already half way over (well, maybe not, if I inherited my grandfathers' genes...both lived well into their nineties).  Still making silly errors at my age? Why not? I have nothing better to do.

O.k., o.k., I better stop. My 2-month old babe is asleep nestled on my chest here as I write. He might hear my typed words. He is simply adorable. Of course, every mother says that about her baby, so it just has to be said, once or twice. Maybe a few times. But no more than that. Kick me if I keep saying it. But I count my lucky stars for conceiving, staying pregnant with no complications, having a healthy, full-term baby, all at the age of 46. I count my lucky stars for my son.  I still can't believe it and I am pinching myself everyday. In fact, I am walking around in a confused state of awe wondering how this could have happened to me, someone who never even won anything, except for a cake one time at the cake walk game at my elementary school's annual fund drive. I am utterly in love with this child, who made me a mom again at age 46 now 47, who made his daddy a daddy to a boy baby (he said he wanted another daughter, but I saw the look on his face in the delivery room when the doctor exclaimed, "It's a boy!"), and who made my funny daughter a big sister at age four and a half.