Mature Pregnancy (AKA… Geriatric? Let’s Talk.)

Mature pregnancy.

A phrase I can live with.

Geriatric pregnancy?

Absolutely not.

Because when I hear “geriatric,” my mind immediately jumps to a senior home full of 80-year-olds playing bingo and yelling at the TV—and that was not the vibe of my third pregnancy.

But alas… my third and final pregnancy was officially labeled geriatric simply because I was over 35. My OB—bless that man—looked me straight in the eyes and said, “We’ll call it a mature pregnancy.”

Instant favorite human.

I wasn’t super young when I had my kids.

Our firstborn celebrated my 30th birthday in the womb with me.

Our second came three years later.

And last year? That was my final pregnancy, labour, and delivery chapter.

And you know what? I wouldn’t change a single thing.

There seems to be this unspoken social standard that couples should “have kids young.”

You hear it all the time:

• “You’ll enjoy your kids longer.”

• “You won’t be in adult diapers at their wedding.”

• “You’ll have more energy.”

Pffft.

Respectfully… nonsense.

When my oldest turns 18, I’ll be 47.

When my youngest turns 18, I’ll be 56.

Those are still very reasonable ages to enjoy your life and your kids. I plan to be present, loud, embarrassing, and probably still running on caffeine and chaos.

I’m not here to tell anyone when the “perfect” time to have a baby is—because spoiler alert: there isn’t one. You will never feel fully ready. Ever.

Throwing a baby into an already busy life doesn’t ruin it—it adds to it.

Were we ready?

Absolutely not.

Did we figure it out?

Of course.

Babies don’t come with a manual (tragic, honestly), but somehow you figure it out as you go. You always do.

Even after having our third baby, there were still things that made me pause and question myself—even as a so-called veteran mom. Things I had completely forgotten about. Like sleep regressions (why do they feel brand new every time?), or the sheer panic when your baby doesn’t poop for a week and you’re convinced something is terribly wrong… only to learn that not pooping for 7–10 days can be totally normal. No constipation. No emergency. Just another “oh right… babies are weird” moment. The list truly goes on. And that’s the thing—every pregnancy, every baby, and every postpartum experience is different. No matter how many kids you’ve had, there’s always something new, something unexpected, and something that makes you Google at 3 a.m.

And that brings me back to the real point of this post…

There is nothing wrong with waiting to have a baby.

If you want to wait until you’re 40… or 45… then wait.

If you want to focus on your career, schooling, travel, or child-free vacations—that’s okay.

If you want six kids before 30—also okay.

(I mean… maybe not 16, but you get my point.)

Do what works for you and your partner.

Live your life the way you want to live it.

We did.

And we have zero regrets. ❤️