Welcome to my adventure

Hello Internet! Back in April, on my other blog, I said I thought the universe might be trying to pull a long con on me. Well, for those of you not already in on the joke, I was right. Just a few days after the S.O. and I had a conversation about how it's probably all for the best for us to not have a baby, I found out that I am pregnant, in the family way, knocked up, preggers, expecting, have a bun in the oven.

All this at the "advanced maternal age" (that's doctor talk for "old") of 42. So old in fact, the so-called fertility specialists told us we had about a 1 percent chance of getting pregnant "the natural way." (Those specialists can kiss my behind, by the way).

My goal here is to share my experience as a first-time mom-to-be (and later a first-time mom) who started down this road later than many would expect.

I welcome comments but don't try to tell me all the things that can go wrong. I really don't want to hear anyone's horror stories. As someone who used to work for a parenting magazine I've already heard enough of them. Add to that the scary one-in-a-million birth defects they feature on TLC to a former co-worker who told my pregnant friend that the air in Colorado could cause a miscarriage. At this point, I kind of figure the universe will have it's joke and I will have a baby at 43.

I'm just past weeks at the moment, so still a long road ahead. Here is a picture of my nice-week ultrasound. Although I'm pretty sure it's actually a panda.