I'm pregnant. This is the third pregnancy in as many years. I confirmed my pregnancy a week ago. Of course I knew, but still you need to confirm.

I am the fourth 'wife', I am not the only pregnant one. I live in the main house and I am his bed companion. His first wife is ill, she has a debilitating condition. That is why I live in the main house with him. The other two wives live next door, they are half sisters and younger than me.

I met his first wife seven years ago. After three years of her insistence I came to live here. Then we found out about her illness, and he asked for me, hence the pregnancies. At first I was against it, my age and my two older kids, but he wouldn't have it. If you're a wife, then you're a wife, and you have kids. Fortunately I'm healthy, I suppose if I wasn't I may no be able to be his wife.

I just never thought I would have more kids this late, I thought my first two was it, after I got divorced. My first husband left me when I was pregnant with my second child. In a way it very rewarding that your husband wants you to have kids, he is very attached to his kids, they are his purpose. I suppose that this one and maybe one more is all I have in me, after all I'm 41.

My older kids think I'm crazy, agreeing to live here, and having more kids. I understand their fear, I was hesitant myself, but to tell the truth I am very happy, I never thought I would accept a plural life, but I am never alone, I have a real husband, a big family, I enjoy my new life, and I love having my new children. I never had a chance to enjoy my first two, I worked, I was broke, and I was alone.

Life is strange, and full of wonders. I have a new life, a new family, a real chance at happiness.