I am seven months pregnant with my sixth child and I am happy to say this will be my last child. Kudos to those who have more, and kudos to those who knew their family was complete with less. Pregnancy after 40 is different than in your twenties, and teenage sons are embarrassed by big pregnant bellies. Around Thanksgiving I felt like I was cooking a turkey. Every night my bellybutton would poke out like a turkey timer, and it usually meant that I was physically spent for the day. I do a little better nowadays because I workout 5 days a week. I couldn't start working out until the second week in November, around week 22 or 23 because I suffer from hyperemesis gravidarum until week 21, and that is the main reason for this entry. Hopefully my experience suffering for over a year and a half can help some others out there. I will try to finish this post soon even though number 6 is now 2.