Monday, May 2, 2011

Things that make me feel OLD

I wrote this on Monday, April 11, 2011, a day that made me feel really old:

I feel really really old.  Why?

1.  I am pregnant.  At age 42.  I used to be able to ignore my age, but no more…I have never been so obsessed with my age as I have since March 18, the day I realized I was pregnant.

2.  My oldest daughter will soon be 20.  TWENTY!!  I have never been so obsessed with her age as I have since March 18, the day I realized I was pregnant.

3.  My middle daughter is now 16.  SIXTEEN!!  I have never been so obsessed with her age as I have since March 18, the day I realized I was pregnant.

4.  My youngest daughter will soon be 13. TEENAGER!! I have never been so obsessed…okay, I’m sure you get the idea by now…

5.  Brian and I double dated with friends Friday night. I must admit we women acted like teenagers. Sue and I guffawed through dinner, made snarky comments at the theatre, drank coffee at 11:00 p.m., ate cookies at midnight, and texted ridiculous messages back and forth as Cowboy drove me home. I didn’t get to bed until after 1:00 a.m., and I dreamed silly coffee and cookie dreams which woke me repeatedly throughout the night. I had a this-is-what-you-get-for-acting-that-way hangover all day Saturday. It wasn’t pretty. 

6.  Today I’m sore all over and can barely make it up and down my stairs.  This has nothing to do with my pregnancy and everything to do with carrying filled pizza boxes (stacks of ten at a time) five hundred and seventy three miles, then performing fourteen hundred and ninety four squats and bends with said stacks in hand. (Saturday was 4-H pizza making day…it was exhausting.)

7.  I have never felt like sleeping so much in all of my born days.  I attribute this fully to #1, #5, and #6.

8.  Today I called my obstetrician’s office to schedule my first appointment.  The receptionist’s first question was “how can I help you?”  After explaining “I’m pregnant,” her second question was “what is your birth date?” I felt a quiver in my stomach and mumbled “3/1/69.” There was a long pause followed by “Let me transfer you to the nurse’s station.  Your age is cause for concern.”

I feel very old.  I’ve. Never. Felt. So. Old.

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