I was 29 when I had my first and 39 when I had my youngest and can't say i felt much different, I certainly had enough energy and when my grandchildren come to stay, they come for a week and I don't find that too tiring either. I'm not brilliant in the mornings because i am stiff with arthritis, but am a night person so even being a taxi for my son is not too bad as long as it's not too often and he turns up when he says he will. The arthritis has aged me recently, I can see that in photos. I could easily pass for 40 until five years ago, now I think I look more my age, but I do know several women who had their children when they were in their 40s and my son thinks nothing of it. Age generally doesn't seem to worry him, he will talk to anyone. I did wonder if he would mind as he became a teenager, because I was, to my shame, very age-conscious and very proud of having a very young pretty mother. My father was much older than her, and he did find us very wearing and was always threatening to send us to boarding school. He used to retreat to his study and we had to be very quiet on family outings, so didn't enjoy them much. When he wasn't around my mother let us run riot - her way of rebelling against him, I think.
It's probably why I married someone much younger than me this time round. More stamina. 
I am not a messy person but...
Well, that was a farce.........




