Hello, mind if I join you? I'm 41.5 (years) and 22+2 (weeks along) with one DD (3.5) already.
It's been lovely (and very reassuring) reading through this thread and seeing so many positive stories, familiar experiences and similar situations.
I was 37 when my DD was born (oh alright, I turned 38 five days later). The path to that pregnancy was rather long (took us 4+ years TTC because of PCOS among other things, but we got there naturally in the end) but the pregnancy itself was straightforward, even though I was the oldest person in our antenatal group by TWELVE YEARS and felt like a granny most of the time. Had a lovely uncomplicated home birth and then thought that was that - always assumed that because it was so hard to conceive with DD that she was destined to be the one and only - and we were fine with that.
Finally got around to flogging on/giving away all our major baby kit in April this year (cot, car seat, travel system, changing unit etc) and then wouldn't you know it, in early May I realised my AF was a bit late and several rather disbelieving tests later, there we were surrounded by blue lines and a preschooler who just wanted mummy and daddy to stop hugging in the bathroom please. Surprise! It has taken us a while to a) get our heads round it b) believe it's going to actually progress and c) think about what the reality of it means. Not sure I'm there yet, tbh, though finding out gender (another girl) the other week made it seem a little more real.
This pregnancy is in some ways much like my last (epic motion-sickness like morning sickness until 15 weeks but no actual vom) but in other ways very different. I'm so tired I could win olympic medals in napping given half a chance. Between my advancing decrepitude and the underactive thyroid I ended up with after DD was born, I have a preposterous amount of consultant appointments, scans and so on (e.g. in october alone: 2 consultant appts, 1 midwife appt, a gp appt, GTT, thyroid blood test and 34wk growth scan), medication every day, blood tests every few weeks - and lots of grey haired men wagging their fingers at me and saying home birth is off the menu this time round, and that they won't let me go beyond 40 weeks without evicting the little'un. They're like vultures. It's ever so stressful.
I don't feel that different to last time round (apart from more knackered), but they're treating me like some sort of medical curio. It's a bit weird.
Anyway, that's me. Hello!