The 42-year-old mom of 18 noticed that she wasn’t losing weight — even though she and husband Jim Bob were on Weight Watchers — and her youngest child, 8-month-old Jordyn-Grace, was fussing while nursing. In the past, she found a fussy infant meant a change in breast milk that came with pregnancy.
So she took a pregnancy test. “I was just jumping up and down going, ‘Thank you, Lord. Here am I — 42, thinking my baby days are over — and you’ve blessed us with another one.’”
Speaking as a forty-something woman, let me say that if I had just given birth 8 months prior, I would not assume my “baby days” were over. And … 19? Really? I don’t even know what to say.
“I don’t even know what to say.”
Yeah, you do. In fact, you’ve probably already thought it to yourself and it contained the terms ‘Arky and cow.’ Commercial real estate? That’s the next impending implosion in this economy.
I don’t know what possesses someone to think having that many kids is good for anyone. It seems like a form of madness.