Age

I was invited to a meeting today at a company and everyone was half my age and I have to admit I found it really stimulating. I had to think quickly and challenge some the ideas and it was just great. Not once did I feel 'old'. It really gave me a boost although in the way back I did feel old negotiating roadworks and high sided lorries desperate to over take as I clung to the inside lane as I wasn't sure of the route in spite of the SatNav. So you win some and you lose some!

Jingle I noticed the continuing wavy bingo wings when waving to my little DGS from our car window. I was horrified to see in the wing mirror (how appropriate) that my wings were still on the move. I now clench my upper arm to my side and do a 'Royal like wave' with my forearm.

Oh, looking back through the posts, I too have the dreaded skin tags, forgot those, and wind.

My two grandchildren were making a likeness of me for a Wiifi sports game. The had my blonde shaggy hair right, roundish body (although I did try to convince them to make me a little slimmer) blue eyes, smile. Well that looks ok I thought. Then my grandson said, studying my face, "what about the old lady lines that come down from each side of grandma's mouth to chin" low and behold the flippin thing had those too.

I've no idea what I was classed either first time at twenty-five or the last time at just short of forty-five. Why would I care? It's so unimportant. Why do people mind? It's only a few harmless words.

I caught sight of myself in a shop window today. I'm not standing up quite straight! I'm definitely a bit bent! Oh crikey, I feel really old now.

I feel for you janeronena but not so much as the girl next to me in maternity suite, she was classed as Elderly Dwarf Primagravida. She was devastated and short.

I was a 29 year old elderly primagravida. I remember feeling quite insulted when I saw it written down! She's 28 now and already has two of her own.

I have arthritis, as I have mentioned before (incessantly probably, as it's always on my mind) and I seem to be surrounded by friends with hip replacements being done, about to be done, have just been done, are on waiting lists. I am on a rota to help look after a single friend in October after her op. This year is the year of the Hip, last year was the year of Cancer, the year before was the year of the Stroke. I can't wait to see what delights next year will bring to my friends. Ten years ago it was all divorces.

Having, not haven't.

I was the same. But my father was dying and I wanted him to hold the DGD he'd held on for before he died. He died a week later haven't held her before he did!

First child at 28, I couldn't make out whether the GP was booking me into maternity or geriatrics.

I lived in a new town where the average age for a first child was well under 20. When my midwife made some comment about having a first child very late, I commented that I thought it would be a good idea to grow up myself before bringing children into the world. She stopped a moment and then said that, considering some of the girls she was dealing with, she thought I probably had the right idea.

Second child at 30, and nobody was remotely interested in my age. Elderly primagravidas were kept in hospital a week after the birth. Second child, 21 months later, and I was in and out so fast I hardly had time to get my feet off the floor.

I actually hadn't ever noticed the primigravida bit Galen. I only remember the shock of being elderly! It was my elderly doctor who put it on my notes, along with the remark that I'd be fine anyway as I was built like a dock yard slip way! (Actually I quite liked him)

I was an elderly primagravida at 28, so was very elderly indeed by the time DC3 arrived!
Today 34 or 35 seems quite young to be having a first baby.

Skin tags have come and gone since I was young and as for farting - the DC have warned me not to get like MIL who used to gently fart non-stop as she walked across the room, leaving DC in hysterics when they were young!

A friend I had not seen for many months because she was living in Spain asked me what I did each day. Looking in my diary, I appear to have doctor's appointments, dental, optician and physio appointments interspersed with appointments at the vet for my cat. All of these keep me going. I will be 71 next week, the brain is active but the joints are seizing up.

Getting old does seem to be a sudden thing - you suddenly realise one day that it has happened to you. I don't recommend it... although the alternative is probably worse.

You can't be a primagravida on your third pregnancy. It means pregnant for the first time

So I'm just sitting here, doing my pelvic floor exercises like mad!

For me the age thing hit when I was told at 30, on my third pregnancy, that I was an elderly primigravida. Never have got over that. (I think the age has been raised now to 35.)

I agree it must start at 70. Beloved DH achieved 70 last spring, and it hit him like a brick wall. The health problems he had suddenly became more of a burden and he's caught the falling asleep anywhere, anytime bug.

Jingle - you weren't that attractive blond lady who walked into my room at Blickling last week and let off a really big bottom burp - just when the room had gone dead silent were you? (She may have got away with it if she hadn't then grabbed her partner and scuttled out dragging him with her.)

Being entirely practical about it, if we accept normal life span now as being 90, we are young until we are 30, middle-aged from 30 - 60 and old at any age above 60.

What are skin tags?

I think getting old would probably start around the 80 mark for quite a few!!

My mother -in -law said she felt old at 80......that'll do for me.

Weren't those of us who had our first children after the age of 27 known as elderly primagravida. That was very aging!

My Mum admitted yesterday that she must really stop gardening all day & rest for a bit in the afternoon. She's 90. She went up Ben Nevis at 75, was driving until the car packed up 5 years ago & could be found repairing the felt on the shed roof. She takes her younger friends on the bus & train for outings to the coast 30-40 miles away, that they've never done before. We have at last been allowed to do one job for her- chain-sawing. She's an ardent pruner & hacker. We mention age & aging at our peril.

feetle I must remember bowel bugle!

feetleb I've had skin tags for years and years.... had a couple removed because they were getting caught and lived with the rest.

This is different, in the last year it's like they have multiplied and grown, and dozens of tiny ones. Previously they were only at the back of my neck and shoulders, they are now starting to migrate and are trying to creep to the front.
I have always been fond of wearing a scarf..... I shall now be like yer woman who did the Eurovision Song Contest all those years ago, was it Katie Boyle, didn't she always wear a chiffon-like scarf to hide the tell tale neck.

Farting - my own grandfather used to raise himself up on one hip. Our boys do it. But, DH doesn't.... he takes himself off. And I would always take myself off - if possible.