At 45 I Got Pregnant for the First Time but My Doctor Told Me I Needed to Question My Marriage

it. At two in the morning the night before, I sat at the kitchen table cutting letters out of cardstock for a banner that said BABY MERCER and thought about what I was doing and whether it was brave or catastrophic or both.

It was both.

Garrett was relaxed at the cookout. Beer in hand, laughing with Uncle Pat about route optimization. He kissed me on continue reading …