The moment when this started to be true for the women around me, I knew we had grown up. The first time a friend happily let me know she was pregnant, I discovered that I was primed for a different response than joy. For so many years, news of conception spelled trouble – big trouble – big time – NOT a blessing. But then, friend after friend began to feel blessed with conception instead of cursed and there we were, all grown up.
Still, though, no matter what the age, many a conception can go either way so one has to read the signals carefully. One woman’s blessing is another woman’s curse.