56 plus 18 equals 74. I watched my husband Bob as he held the little piece of plastic in his hand. While he was staring intently at the two pink lines, unable to comprehend the results of the test I’d just taken, I was busy doing the math. 74. Bob would be 74 when this baby graduated from high school. All the stereotypes of Hollywood actresses having children with geriatric men flashed in my mind. Three years ago, Bob and I discussed the possibility of having a third child.