I'm Kate, I'm 36 and a mom to 14 yr old son, 11 year daughter, and 10 year old son. I thought my youngest was my surprise baby...ha!
We were definitely thinking we were done with the baby making, and I was looking forward to my 40s with kids independent. Plus I have PCOS and I was told that it was lucky I'd had children fairly young as it would probably be hard for me to conceive now. Well...not hard enough!
I tested on June 24th because I'd had super swollen boobs for several days with no AF in sight. Really did not think it would be positive. My cycles are not regular; not uncommon for me to skip a month, and also about once a year I start freaking myself out thinking I'm pregnant, take a test, chill and get AF. Not this time around - the room spun when I saw the positive line, though I kinda 'knew' deep down.
It was very upsetting at first. I love babies; I'd been sad that I had said goodbye to that stage of my life but three kids was just fine for me. Plus my husband is 49, his oldest daughter is 22, and he definitely didn't want another one. He is not thrilled about this at all.
I'm worried about a million different things, we don't have room for a baby, what am I going to do about my job and my St Bernard who's a great dog but has some fear of children (took her a while to get used to ours when we adopted her), the kids are so much older and how are they going to feel, finances, blah blah blah. Also I'm on medication for depression and sleep disorders and I had to stop all that cold turkey . Plus I'm already overweight and I can't afford to put on another 30-50 pounds like I tend to when I'm pregnant.
At the same time when I started spotting etc it was incredibly nerve wracking. I find myself thinking of names and nurseries (well, the corner of our bedroom that we will pretend is a nursery), etc. It's just a rolllercoaster!