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Newbie from UK
This is a discussion on Newbie from UK within the TTC - After Age 40 forums, part of the Trying to Conceive - Age and Experience category; Hello! I am new here on this forum!
I am 40 and a mum to a 3 year old daughter. ...
I am 40 and a mum to a 3 year old daughter. I am not currently TTC as I am still recovering from surgery but we are hoping to get pregnant later this year. I am so excited about it. I really hope that it will happen before too long!
I am glad to have found this forum and hope to get to know you guys!
Where did I come from?" the baby asked its mother. She answered, half-crying, half-laughing, and clasping the baby to her breast: "You were hidden in my heart as its desire, my darling. You were in the dolls of all my childhood games. In all my hopes and my loves, in my life, in the life of my mother, and in her mother before her, you have lived."
--Rabindranath Tagore
I had para-umbilical hernia. I didn't know I had it for more than two years after I had Alyssa. It was only after I lost a lot of weight that I realised that something was not right.
We were told that we can start TTC 6 months after surgery. I will be 41 and my DH 43. Wish us luck!
Where did I come from?" the baby asked its mother. She answered, half-crying, half-laughing, and clasping the baby to her breast: "You were hidden in my heart as its desire, my darling. You were in the dolls of all my childhood games. In all my hopes and my loves, in my life, in the life of my mother, and in her mother before her, you have lived."
--Rabindranath Tagore
Where did I come from?" the baby asked its mother. She answered, half-crying, half-laughing, and clasping the baby to her breast: "You were hidden in my heart as its desire, my darling. You were in the dolls of all my childhood games. In all my hopes and my loves, in my life, in the life of my mother, and in her mother before her, you have lived."
--Rabindranath Tagore