Pregnant at 66 – Yikes!

~ Bitchy After 60

Now that’s a scary thought. This particular thought manifested itself as a dream. Ok as a nightmare. Nightmare snippets to be exact. Those connecting dreams that take place when you are between wake and sleep in the morning. When reality seems dusty and unattractive. When you keep dozing off and returning to the same dream theme while knowing it is only a dream. 

The dream never managed to disclose how exactly I became pregnant at 66. A miracle surely since I had a total hysterectomy almost twenty-five years ago, thanks to a cyst the size of a volleyball (my doctor’s description, not mine). The point is there was nothing left to make or grow babies with. Was I to be the mother of a new saviour? A Jesus reboot? I don’t really know. 

At one point I was anxiously wondering how, at 66, I was going to cope with the terrible twos or, even worse, the terrifying teens. I shuddered at the realization that I would be 86 when the kid turned twenty. That is if I survived that long. The entire rumination was truly a spine-chilling definition of this senior woman’s worst nightmare. 

In one snippet of my dream sequence, let’s call it the shower scene–minus the Alfred Hitchcock drama, I was physically aware of my advanced age for child rearing. My coworkers from my very last job were throwing me a shower; but I was more focused on how, during baby showers of my youth, I was able to sit on the floor instead of seeking out the most comfortable chair in the room. 

In another snippet, I was in bed and could hear my former coworkers expressing their desire to visit but not want to wake me up. I recognized their voices but never really got to see them. I never really saw them in the shower scene either. I just knew they were there. This made me think about people describing how they can no longer actually see the faces of their deceased loved ones in dreams after a while. Mind you, nobody is dead here. I am the oldest of this group of women and the rest of them are still alive and working. Anyway, it was a weird scene. Maybe, in my dream I was dying as a result of the impossible birth. Or maybe I was half awake and just wanted to go back to sleep in peace. Peaceful sleep is very important to me.

When I eventually woke up completely, conscious of my aching knees and very unhappy SI joint, I was fully aware and overjoyed that it was all only a dream. I don’t miss having to get up and get a kid off to school or myself off to work in the morning. However, I do miss the group of amazing women who were once my coworkers. Thanks for the dream shower ladies.

 

Thank you for reading. 

Photos: Top – Mart Production, Pexels, Bottom – Jenn Stone

Recent Posts:

20 thoughts on “Pregnant at 66 – Yikes!”

  2. Oh, I love babies. I probably would have woken up sad that I wasn’t pregnant (although, no, 60-somethings should not give birth to babies that won’t have their moms around long enough in their lives). But..funny…how the blog post made me realize that I would always have wanted another baby… I am weird bird, eh?

    Liked by 1 person

    Reply

  5. A Jesus reboot. 🤣 There is simply no explanation for some dreams. I still occasionally dream about school. Inevitably, it’s some chaotic situation where everything is amiss.

    Have you considered this might be your one chance to make it in The National Enquirer? 😊

    Liked by 1 person

    Reply

      1. Not sure. I never bought an issue, though I admit it amused me to see the headlines while I was waiting in the aisle. Apparently, it’s on my mind because David Pecker (I’m sure he never got teased in school), the former publisher, has been testifying in the Trump case.

        Liked by 1 person

        Reply

  7. That’s a weird dream that gives a person pause. I cannot imagine being preggers at all, let alone at an older age. I wonder what your subconscious is saying to you. Start a new project? Start a new healthy habit? Don’t go to sleep again! 

    Liked by 3 people

    Reply

    1. I am wondering where that dream came from. The thoughts that are keeping me awake these days are so far away from that content. It did make me think and laugh at the absurdity of it all. My own personal form of entertainment. It’s like I have a private streaming service.

      Liked by 1 person

      Reply

  8. Well that’s one helluva title – I defy anyone who sees it not to read this post – gave me a real fright! I knew a woman at work who was in her 50s with children who had just grown up and left the nest and she got pregnant. I was seriously sorry for her – what a terrible shock for her!

    Liked by 1 person

    Reply

Leave a comment

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.