Pregnant at 52: A Cautionary Tale

A story about how I broke out into a flop sweat when my gynecologist told me I was pregnant at the late age of 52!

17th of December, I had a hysterectomy. My OB/GYN (and three other gynos) decided it was the best plan of action. On Monday the 14th, I had no idea I might have a hysterectomy on the 17th. That is how fast it all went down.

The past three or more months have been intense. I am almost 53, so let this be a cautionary tale for those of you my age. We can still get pregnant! We did not mean to get pregnant And honestly, it was a big surprise to both of us. And, I didn’t even know I was pregnant until well after the miscarriage we think I had. (This will make more sense later in the article.)

I say “think” because nothing has been truly confirmed. My theory is that I may have gotten pregnant in September accidentally. We drove to Las Vegas on October 17th to see My brother who was suddenly hospitalized for pneumonia. We drove there and saw him on his birthday, the 18th. That night, later at my parents’ home, I had what I describe as a “tsunami” period unexpectedly.

Then, we drove back home to San Jose on the 20th of October. In the middle of the night, I believe I had a miscarriage. But, that was not obvious to me until Nov. 18th when I went to see my regular gyno who had me get an ultrasound on Nov…