Well, she did have a very successful pregnancy and a healthy happy daughter. The midwife who
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And so the pregnancy continued and I began to enjoy it. I remember going shopping for maternity clothes with my 17-year-old daughter and watching with amusement as the shop assistant looked from one of us to the other, trying to discern who was pregnant.
I was amazed that so many people came up to me and, looking admiringly at my huge belly, asked if it was my first.
My little daughter, Edith, was born nearly two years ago now. And, rather than overburdened by late motherhood, I feel blessed and privileged to be her mother.
Having Edith has been rejuvenating. I particularly enjoy the frequent occasions when I am sitting next to a man at dinner and he asks whether I have any children. When I say yes, he inevitably asks how old they are. (No man would ever ask a woman her age but this is, of course, the nearest to doing that.)
I tell him I have a one-year-old daughter and watch while he does the mental arithmetic.
"Hmm, well she can't be more than..." Then I go on to say I also have a daughter of 19 and - unfailingly - he says: "Wow, you must have got started young." Feeling about ten years younger than I am, I nod and smile: "Oh yes, very young."