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

once and then deciding against it. The air was thick the way Delaware air gets in July, warm and heavy and smelling of cut grass and something floral from the neighbor’s yard.

I put my hand on my stomach.

The baby kicked.

Not a flutter or a maybe. A solid, unmistakable kick, a real one, the first one that felt like a message rather than just a sensation.continue reading …