Today is my THIRD WEEK blogging- Plus MAJOR renovations happening at my house!

I just realized it… and my posts have been rather prolific. I can’t believe it’s only been 21 days since I started this blog!

I’ve been having a difficult time keeping up with it because I have SO much to do right now.

We have been really busy these last couple of days in my house- pie baking, adjusting to life without a baby minder, renovating a bedroom to turn into a studio, getting Maisie used to changes and new sleeping arrangements- I moved her (and myself) back into the master bedroom. I haven’t slept in it for almost 2 yrs. I had to be on bedrest, then after the c-section didn’t feel like hauling the baby up and down the stairs. She has her own room up here, but has never slept in it. She loves sleeping with me in my room, though.

I am so fortunate that this big hulk of an old house has about 7 ‘bedrooms’- though not all are used as such.

I rented this 20 yd dumpster today

I rented this 20 yd dumpster today

Maisie and R inspecting the dumpster

Maisie and R inspecting the dumpster

I rented a 20 yard (that’s meters for you non-Imperial folks) dumpster today and am cleaning out the basement and 3 rooms.

One of the rooms off the master bedroom is going to become a clothing room (because I can’t fit everything just into a closet and this 100 yr old house lacks adequate closet space to begin with). My basement suffered some flooding, so we need to throw out a ton of damaged stored items and books. I’m so sad that many of my favorite books were damaged. It’s painful to throw them out and see them in the state they are in now.

My oldest son, who hasn’t lived at home for about 5 or 6 yrs, moved back from Chicago today. He has an internet show that he streams, so we are turning one of the rooms into his studio. When he moves out (whenever that is- he says 6 mos- a year, but we love having him, so any amount of time is good), we will convert it to a playroom/toy room for Maisie/ guest room.

I haven’t been able to help with the basement, because I have to watch the baby. I don’t want her down there until we clean it out and bleach all the damp crud away.

We gave away 2 nice full sized mattresses today and I have some old washer/dryers that I will give to scrapper friends to haul out. I also am going to be leaving old exercise machines by the side of the road for people to take for free.

My basement currently resembles something from the tv show “Hoarders”. That is NOT good. I want to remedy this.

In my office, which I rarely use anymore, I will be setting up an interim studio for him to broadcast from… the room that will eventually be his must be gutted and drywalled and painted first. Hopefully this will all get done within a month, if he helps out.

I lost my SHIT on R this afternoon. Went to check on the dumpster progress and saw that they’d thrown away a box of expensive linens, heirloom ornaments, blankets I bought in Scotland years ago, 2 Louis Vuitton purses, leather and fur gloves, and a BAG OF COINS. I screamed so loudly that my neighbors came outside to watch as I scrambled/climbed that dumpster with Maisie attached to me in her Korean baby carrier (on my back). Apparently, they didn’t check the boxes they were tossing. NOW they will be more careful. Or. ELSE..

he is going through this to make sure he didn't throw anything else away that he wasn't supposed to

he is going through this to make sure he didn’t throw anything else away that he wasn’t supposed to

I probably won’t be posting as much, but I will be reblogging things I find interesting.

Night all!


Natural Pregnancy After 45: List of Supplements I Took Prior To Conceiving And During Pregnancy

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Maisie at 9 months at the beach

Maisie- 9 months-at the beach

I am a supplement junkie.  I fully admit that I have a huge love for them.  I am not a huge fan of Big Pharma drugs at all.

I am of the belief that “An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure” for most things.

Prior to my (accidental) conception of this child (at age 45), I had been going through a month-long juice and salad cleanse.  I started on ubiquinol supplements about 3 months prior.  I was also taking regular vitamin D3 (for my lupus) and lugol’s iodine drops (2-3 drops in my water, 1x a day).

Supplements prior to conception:

Supplements taken AFTER conception/during pregnancy:

  • Lugol’s iodine 2-3 drops 1x/day in my water.  Great article on fetal intelligence and higher IQs in babies because of iodine supplementation HERE.  Another article about why iodine is so important during pregnancy HERE.
  • Maca (first 2 months of pregnancy, to prevent miscarriage) 2 tablespoons per day, usually blended in a green juice.  Article HERE.
  • Vitamin D3 10,000 ius 1x/day.  Cuts down on pregnancy complications and risks (like pre-eclampsia), article HERE.  More reasons why D3 is vital for brain development HERE.   High doses also lead to better muscle mass and less type 1 diabetes- article HERE.
  • Prenatal vitamins these are pretty standard.

In addition, I was also on high blood pressure medication (Labetalol), progesterone, and heparin for my high blood pressure, progesterone issues, and Factor V Leiden blood clotting disorder.

Even with my 65 lb. weight gain, I did NOT get gestational diabetes nor did I develop preeclampsia, something they worry about in older pregnancies.

That’s it!

My child was born at week 37 by scheduled c-section and weighed 7 pounds 7 ounces and was 20 inches long.  Her Apgar score was perfect.

Knock wood, she has been uttering words since 2 months and is very intelligent and strong.  At nearly 10 months, this child is already very advanced in speech and growth.  She’s my little social butterfly dancing fool.  🙂


Pregnancy Makes You Fat.


month 6 or 7. Already 50 lbs heavier than my pre-pregnancy weight. Thank you, bedrest.

** WARNING:  I am not gonna lie, I am the LEAST politically correct person I know.  My genetic makeup is mostly of obscure minorities and odd bits of string at this point, and at my age I simply just don’t give a flying f*ck.  Proceed at your own peril. **

I am going to be Captain Obvious here and say it again:


Before people go on and on about ‘positive body image’ and ‘oh, you’re beautiful the way you are’, I’m going to add:

When I get fat, my blood pressure goes up.  So being fat=potentially dying.  NO BUENO, people, not for me.

Once it was determined that this pregnancy was viable, the doctors put me on an array of meds: progesterone (to keep the baby in), blood pressure meds, blood thinners, vitamins- including massive doses of D3 and Lugol’s iodine drops.  I was also ordered to do partial bed rest, which was not fun.  By the end of my pregnancy, I gained 65 lbs.  On a small-ish person like me (I’m 5’4), that is a LOT of weight.  Edema was a huge issue, but luckily I never developed pre-eclampsia nor gestational diabetes.

We drove weekly (and, in the end, twice a week) to my doctor- 45 minutes away- for ultrasounds, fetal monitoring, et cetera.  Compared to the pregnancy care I received with my 3 older boys in the 1980s and 90s, this was all very high tech and seemed like a bonafide illness.  It was scary, actually.  While I was grateful for the detailed care I received, I was also reminded EVERY SINGLE TIME that having a baby at my age was a dangerous thing for me.

I delivered Maisie at 37 weeks, a planned cesarian section.  It took an hour and a half for them to sew me up and repair the previous tummy tuck.  Luckily, the pregnancy didn’t damage my tummy tuck, but it sure made things tighter and a wee bit more uncomfortable.  I was very surprised that I didn’t get any new stretch marks.  My three boys gave me plenty!

The girl weighed in at 7 lbs 7 ounces/20 inches long and a perfect apgar score. Knock wood.

A squalling Maisie, fresh out of the oven...

A squalling Maisie, fresh out of the oven…

I fared much worse- ended up hemorrhaging, but not enough to need extra blood.  Pitting edema hit a day later and stayed around for nearly a month.

The upside of delivery was that my blood pressure started to go down.  The weight is still coming off, but not as quickly as it did when I was a younger woman.

I started out a size 5/6 pre-pregnancy and now, nearly 10 months after her birth, I am down to a 9/10.  I still have a LONG way to go, but I am ok with that.  It took nearly a year to gain the weight, I am sure it will take at least that long to rid myself of it.

The end result was worth all the pain and gain.  🙂

Our first snuggle

Our first snuggle


So, Four Things Happened To Me Right Before My 45th Birthday…

Four things happened a month before my 45th birthday:

The first was that my back went out for the first time in my life.  It was so bad that I had to be taken by stretcher to the Emergency Room.  I ended up having to do three months of physical therapy.

The second was that I got the role of Eunice in “A Streetcar Named Desire” – and also had to do dialect coaching for other actors (something I am really good at, since I speak a handful of languages quite poorly).

The third was that they thought I had some sort of mass in my uterus.  Lemme tell you, that caused weeks of sleepless nights and worry.  I went to my rehearsals and was sicker and more tired with each passing day, waiting for the diagnosis from my doctors.  I was convinced I was dying by the time I started almost throwing up all over my co-stars.

The fourth and biggest thing was that the diagnosis was NOT some sort of death sentence- I WAS PREGNANT.


I was in shock.  My three sons were 15, 20, and 25 years old at the time.  How could that even be POSSIBLE when my gynecologist told me months earlier that I was in peri-menopause?

I thought back to a few months prior when I was told to take the supplement Ubiquinol (it is a form of COQ10 that is more beneficial to over-40s people) for more energy.  I heard that it would give my skin tone a boost and make me healthier in general.  I was green juicing/juice fasting, doing the mostly raw vegan thing, and trying to get in shape for my show.  Later, after the positive pregnancy test, I found out that Ubiquinol was ALSO known to rejuvenate eggs in elderly rats, giving them strong and healthy litters.

I was like those rats.  Ubiquinol did it’s job.

Now, getting pregnant in your (late) 40s is a different experience from getting knocked up in your teens/20s/30s.  They sent me straight to a doctor 45 minutes away who specialized in ‘geriatric’ pregnancies.  I had a bad back, vague lupus/autoimmune genetic issues.  I just received my DNA health report from Promethease.com and 23andme.com that said I was positive for MTHFR and Factor V Leiden (both genetic issues that cause miscarriage in older women- Factor V is a blood clotting issue).  The DNA reports solved the puzzle of WHY I had 2 previous TIAs (mini-strokes) and why my mother was experiencing vascular dementia.  I had high blood pressure, also a genetic gift from my folks, that I controlled with exercise and diet.

The doctors didn’t think this pregnancy would last.  Most ‘natural’ pregnancies (and lots of IVF pregnancies) at my age bite the dust early on due to chromosomal problems.  I was immediately put on heparin (a blood thinner) to prevent blood clots, aspirin, and a blood pressure medication.  I had weekly ultrasounds and monitoring.  They ordered this new nifty non-invasive blood test called MaterniT21 that could tell me as early as 10 weeks whether or not my child had abnormalities.  Still, the pregnancy continued and flourished.  I had to quit my show when they put me on bed rest.  I had to stop physical therapy as well.

I received the results of my MaterniT21 via the phone.  I was sure for weeks that something was going to go horribly wrong.  I knew that at the very least, I was sure to have ANOTHER son.  My body never seemed to want to spit out females, much to my sorrow (not that sons aren’t great- they are, but they tend to suck the estrogen and female-ness right out of a mother when you have them en masse.)  OF COURSE, I was alone in the house when the phone call came.

The phone call went like this:

WOMAN:  “Hello, Ms—–, I am calling with the results of your test.  Everything is fine and you’re having a baby GIRL”

ME (wailing loudly in shock at this point, snot running down my face):  “WHAT?!  WHAT?!  Can you tell me that again???!”

WOMAN: “Ma’am- everything is fine and you’re having a baby GIRL”

ME (STILL crying):  “ARE YOU SURE?!  ARE YOU SURE?!!!”

The poor lady proceeded to tell me the results 2 more times until I calmed down.  I was in shock and I think I lost a bit of my bladder function during the call (hey, I was PREGNANT).  She asked if I was all right.  I think I must have hung up on her at some point, I don’t really remember.

I was gobsmacked.  I was pregnant, 45, with a perfectly healthy FEMALE fetus in my innards.

I knew NOTHING about girls or females or baby ‘ginas.  All I knew about were boys/men/males.

Many of my friends were GRANDPARENTS already.

Sure, everyone and their cat was pregnant in 2014 (thanks to the Winter of Hell that blanketed the nation).  I didn’t know a single woman MY AGE who was knocked up.  I’d already had my body fixed up years prior (tummy tuck, you name it) after the boys.

This was going to be really interesting...

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