3 kids at 30- 4 at 40.

Yes, that's right. I peed on a stick and bam. The hubs, over the moon. Me- I am not a fan of pregnancy. Your body is not your own. You become a motherhood vessel- and by vessel I mean ocean liner. My body is all like- hey she just realized she pregnant, at ease! And all belly and boobs exploded from nowhere. I'm 6 weeks and look like I'm 6 months. It's ludicrous. And so here we go! I can now blog about the joys of motherhood at 38. Well, I'll be 39 by the time this rolls around.  I've got the maternity clothes washing as I type.