Advanced Maternal Age

Can I just tell you how I LOATHE that phrase.
Soooooo very much.
I actually told my midwife to write down in my chart that the phrase is not to be used in my presence again. That ANY reference to my age should be dealt with by saying "Because your a haggard old lady who should not be having babies....."
She actually humors me. I love her.
Actually this is EXACTLY when I should be having babies. In the words of my friend Jet (When I emailed her that I had just calculated my age when my kid graduates college..) "Ah, but old people having babies (who had one hell of a fine time in their 20's and 30's while they looked hot and knew what to do with it) at the same time their friends (who got knocked up with the first guy who wasn't a troglodyte) and are now seeing that taught forward... not so depressing."
EXXXX-ACTLY.
All of my cousins married waaay too early. Prodded on by their mother who married as a teenager and then divorced and then remarried as a teenager and has been so miserable she has forced them to do the same lest they go on to actually LIVE A LIFE and be happier than she is. Now they all get to be miserable (and in some cases divorced..the smart ones) TOGETHER!! YAY!!!
It's a Texas Thang.
They are very tied up with "age".
Me? I don't even want to imagine the type of mother I would have made before the age of 30. Don't. Want. To. Know.
I have friends who had babies early and they were AMAZING at it. They are watching the kids graduate from high school now and are THRILLED to be done and I am happy for them. For me? Never would have worked.
The mere SUGGESTION of marriage back then made me break out into a rash. Only my husband changed my mind.
That only child thing I guess.
I loved every second of being single and free.
And now I love every second of being married and being a mother.
I have a child who is SUPER smart, funny (her humor slays people) and a GORGEOUS husband who spends his evenings chopping fruit and veggie plates for my lunch the next day. For me to eat. While he is working. And I'm fanning myself on the sofa.
(Oh please..I've HAD A JOB. That was easy compared to what I do all day now. THIS my friends...is work).
When my daughter was evaluated at 3 and told she could read on a first grade level...a third grade level by the time she actually entered kindergarten (which she is skipping for second grade) I think that answered my husbands "WHAT DO YOU DO ALL DAY?!" inquiry. He brags about me everywhere.
MY WIFE breast fed for 2 years!
MY WIFE made her own baby food!
MY WIFE was doing cloth diapers before it became the norm!
MY WIFE only allows our toddler whole foods.
People hate me before we're ever introduced. But really? What the hell else was I going to do. And all the books I've read and Oprah's I've watched..maybe some of it actually sunk in. Between cocktail parties and trips abroad.
Things I can tell my daughters about in their twenties.