Never never never will I have children. As a child, I threw dolls across the room. I had no interest and no patience for them. I cringed when I heard babies cry anywhere; I avoided holding them and moved as far away from them as I could in movie theaters and airplanes. I felt nothing but pity and perhaps disdain for those who had them. So-joy of joys-I thought I'd hit early menopause at 39. I was wrong. I was pregnant. I was against it all from the outset. But things changed, just as everyone said they would, and just as I was sure they would not. This chronicles the diary of an "old" pregnant woman who is about to discover a whole new dimension to life, and his name is Winston. Using humorous descriptions and honest fears, this book should appeal to all-young and old-who find themselves pregnant or who have children...and even those who, like the author, insisted that they never would.