60 And…Pregnant?

No, not me. (Calm down dear. Lol!)
Sharon Osbourne is sixty.
Sharon Osbourne is pregnant.
Sharon Osbourne is sixty.
Sharon Osbourne is pregnant.

Wait.
One more time.

Sharon Osbourne is sixty.
Sharon Osbourne is pregnant.

Nope. Still can’t wrap my head around it.

Today I turned on The Talk and my daughter called. I lowered the TV and proceeded on with our conversation. Out of the corner of my eye I see the ladies on The Talk jumping out of their seats, going crazy. They were all yelling and hi-fiving Sharon. Obviously I missed something big.

When my call was finished, I rewound the show to see what I missed. Sharon Osbourne told how she had been away for two weeks at a fertility clinic and was impregnated with an egg and Ozzie’s sperm and she’s pregnant.

I know. That’s what I said.

After all the yelling and congrats she said, “Okay now, let’s get on with the show.” I sat there, continuing to watch, but I still couldn’t lay that concept straight across my brain.

Sharon Osbourne is sixty.
Sharon Osbourne is pregnant.

Nope. Still doesn’t fit.

I believe a woman is is in charge of her own body, and as long as she’s healthy, she can do whatever she wants with it. But..wait….

Sharon Osbourne is sixty.
Sharon Osbourne is pregnant.

Nope. Still can’t wrap my brain around that one.

I get it now. It’s April 1. This is an April fools joke. What good one. Had me hook, line and sinker.

Thinking that’s the case, I went online and…uh….no….people had heard about this before today and were wondering if it was true. Then it was posted that she just announced it on The Talk. I proceeded to watch the rest of the show to the end to see if they were going to announce that it was, indeed, and April fools joke. They didn’t. In fact, they didn’t even mention it for the rest of the show.

So….Sharon Osbourne is sixty and is, indeed, pregnant.

Sorry. It’s not computing. I’m sixty. I’m fighting with a slower metabolism. My hormones have decreased. I’m tired in the afternoon. I need to move another ten pounds. I spend a lot of time adjusting diet and food. I’m healthy and fit, but I’m still sixty. I can’t imagine being sixty and pregnant. On purpose.

We can do a lot great things artificially in this day and age, but getting purposely pregnant at sixty is really artificial – in more than just the medical sense. It just doesn’t fit with what my body is built for at sixty. Even more, it doesn’t fit with what my mind is built for at sixty. Sixty is for reinventing myself and morphing out of the busy mother and teacher I used to be. Sixty is another chance to be something else when I’m grown up.

I always admired Sharon Osbourne and the jobs she does both on and off the show at sixty. I admired how she looks – her hair and face are gorgeous at sixty. She worked hard to lose 40 pounds and get fit. She was an idol for me. Now she gets pregnant. How do I feel about this? Just because I want no part of it at sixty, it doesn’t mean it isn’t for her. Forty, fifty, sixty….I guess it all comes down to what’s in a woman’s heart that guides what she does with her body.

And so, as another day goes by, it’s going to be an interesting year on The Talk watching her progress but, wait…Sharon Osbourne is sixty…Sharon Osbourne is pregnant…it’s not making anymore sense to me than it did when I began writing this piece….I wish her all the best with the pregnancy, and…I have written.
And then…..Twitter says:

Haha! Haha! Good one Mrs. O! At least you got me thinking!