Huh. So that happened!
My husband and I were married in October 2009 after 7 years together. About 6 months after the wedding, we ditched birth control and decided to let life take over. After over 2 years and many negative pregnancy tests, we were juuuust about to make other plans. Neither of us felt achingly incomplete - we knew we'd wonder "what if" from time to time, but we are both happy in life and with each other. I turned 39 this November and figured we'd talk about going back on BC after the holidays. Well, someone heard me and thought that was funny, because it turns out I got pregnant on my birthday. I know this because my husband had been sick few days prior, and had been out of town just before that, so things had been, um, "slow" for a few weeks. Due to my already very irregular cycle, I hadn't really noticed I was late. I fluctuate between a 31 and 45 day cycle, so when I found myself ten days late, I thought almost nothing of it. Almost. I've taken so many negative tests that when I finally took one December 11th on my lunch break, I was already getting ready to throw it away when it turned positive. I think I left part of my jaw on the bathroom floor. So here I am, 39 and pregnant with not exactly an unplanned baby, but a surprise nonetheless. Other than not sleeping (I've been an insomniac since my early 20s anyway) I feel mostly amazing. My moods do swing a bit, but overall I'm even more chipper than usual - and that's saying something. I generally wake up jabbering or giggling. I'm hoping the baby is healthy, and will have my first appt. with my OBGYN on 01/08. Until then I am trying to save myself from the internets and a genetically engineered capacity for worry.