When I was 39, life felt settled in the best possible way. I owned my own craft business, working every day in what I considered my dream job. I was doing what I loved, surrounded by my amazing creative community. I had a wonderful husband, two amazing sons aged 21 and 18, and for the first time in decades, it felt like we were about to enter that next exciting phase of life.
Our youngest son was in his final year of private school, and we could finally see some financial breathing room ahead. We had plans to travel, go on cruises, and enjoy a little freedom after years of parenting and building a business. Life was busy, but it was also predictable, or so I thought… God had other plans.
Then I started feeling unwell. At first, I brushed it off. I hadn't been pregnant for nearly 18 years, so that possibility didn't even cross my mind seriously. I told myself I was probably just run-down or stressed from work. But the nausea didn't go away. I wasn't sleeping properly, I felt off balance, and I started to wonder, could it even be possible?
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I decided to take a pregnancy test, more to rule it out than anything else. I was on the pill, and had been for 18 years, surely not.

























