By Miriam Weiser
I was forty-one years old, about to marry off my oldest child and expecting my youngest. At this age, pregnancy didn’t come easy. It was my seventh pregnancy, and my body felt too old to be carrying again. My bones were achy all the time. I had great difficulty moving around in general and twisting and turning from side to side in bed, as I found myself doing several times a night. My hips were pleading for me to stay on the couch, but I had things to do. I had a family to take care of and a wedding to plan.