2023 Author: Jessica James | [email protected]. Last modified: 2023-05-21 03:31
About six years ago I met an old friend at a concert. As soon as I was about to gossip about mutual acquaintances, my gaze dropped: I saw her belly. She was pregnant. "Wow!" - I exclaimed joyfully. "Aha!" - smiled friend. This would not be anything special if it were not for one circumstance. My friend and I are the same age, and at that moment she was 44 years old.
She was perfectly happy and peaceful. Nearby - her eldest daughter, a beauty, from a previous marriage, and her current husband. An excellent man, by the way. A friend then gave birth without problems, a son - adorable, curly, intelligent. She herself is a wonderful mother. Their family is a small paradise, I admire every time we see each other.
The late child is always conscious, always very desirable. Of course, a woman loves her elders, who would doubt it. But the late one is like an angel, like a miracle, there is a special feeling.
And with this angel comes the second youth. Real, not after spa, detox and beautician. The female body is a magic thing. He seems to be renewed, shaken, cleansed. The woman is happily wearing diapers and nipples. And if at twenty not sleeping at night is suffering, then at forty it is easy. Here's a biological paradox. And they are getting damn prettier. Lightness and charm return to them. They wonder at themselves. And the men on the street turn around at their dashing gait.
Do you want to look younger when you are over forty? Fuck threads and hyaluronic injections. Here is the main beauty secret: give birth.
I have several acquaintances who gave birth late. (By the way, what kind of stupid “late”? It's never too late.) There are those who worked hard or, on the contrary, led a stormy social life until forty. And then suddenly the woman thinks: “Hey, what is the main thing? What the hell is all this money and tinsel for? " And gives birth. Sometimes literally from the first comer. Well, well, not from the first, she chooses, here ancient mechanisms are turned on. It is necessary to choose a strong, intelligent, hardworking. For blood is a great thing. I know of a case when one lady really wanted a child, and her husband kept dismissing it. So she lived up to forty years. And then I found a worthy man, a colleague, explained everything. She got pregnant. The husband, of course, got mad and left. But her husband was no longer needed in FIG. She gave birth to a son. Has grown. He is now over twenty, smart and handsome. Mom did everything right.
I know other cases as well. When family life did not work out. Artificially does not want to become pregnant, or it is impossible, or it does not work. And he takes the foster. So did another friend of mine, a comrade-in-arms of the fighting rock and roll youth. What a cool mom she is, I'm not overjoyed. It seems that here the body was completely excluded from the process. But the woman still has a head. When she becomes a mother, even a foster child, the brain commands: everything is rebuilt, the blood runs faster.
And these women live happily ever after. No disease, no blood pressure, no arthritis, and no bullshit. They give themselves one more life. Otherwise it can not be.
