Hannah was an unplanned pregnancy. I am hopeless at remembering to take tablets, so it shouldn't have been a surprise. I didn't even realise that I was pregnant until I thought that the food poisoning seemed to be going on for too long. As it turns out I get morning sickness 24 hour a day. Try making Tacos at 8.30 in the morning with 24 year 8 students with morning sickness (I had to run out mid class to vomit)!
Once we got our head around the idea that we were going to be parents a little sooner than planned, we were excited. She might have been unplanned, but Hannah certainly wasn't unwanted. We kept putting off kids for 'important' things such as buying houses, and travelling. We know that God knows what we need more than we do, and this is an example.
I know some people try to keep being pregnant a secret, but it was impossible. The constant running to the toilet to vomit was a give away to colleagues, who guessed very quickly. I looked green and exhausted all. the. time. We told our parents and friends, who were all excited for us. I tried to work up excitement, but the constant sickness was draining.
At about 13 weeks, miraculously, the morning sickness disappeared, and I began the second trimester glowing and smug. My weight gain was perfect, I was doing aqua aerobics and was actually feeling fit. I invested in some good maternity wear believing that I may as well spend up big, since I could use them for several pregnancies (I lent them to someone and never got them back - grrrr), and managed to control myself and not start wearing maternity wear till I was 18 weeks and actually sort of showing
We put an accelerator on the house renovations so that the baby had a bedroom with a window in it. I read parenting books, googled baby names, and came up with all kinds of parenting theories that I was going follow militantly (no dummies - pfff, cloth nappies - pfff, controlled crying - ROFL). I compared pram features, chose gender neutral colours for the nursery, and spent a lovely weekend ordering Country Boy and my father around as they tried to put interpret my decorating genius (never argue with a pregnant woman!!!).
Things continued to go swimmingly until about 27 weeks when I fainted unexpectedly in the back of a friends car. There was nothing about fainting after the first trimester in "what to expect"... so clearly this was 'unexpected'.
A week later I did it again - this time we were on our way to a family reunion followed by a romantic night in the city (the compulsory 'baby moon'). We were on the freeway when I passed out, and Country Boy was understandably freaked out. Instead of a romantic night in the city we got 6 hours in the delivery suite being monitored, followed by a night back at home. They couldn't work out what was wrong, and everything seemed fine with the baby.
On the following Tuesday I went to my doctor and told her what had happened. By coincidence I then passed out in her office, thus demonstrating what I was talking about.
I was diagnosed with Pregnancy induced orthostatic hypo-tension - which is just a fancy way of saying that I get really low blood pressure when I am in the wrong position for too long when I am pregnant. It is the same thing that Greg Wiggle (the first yellow Wiggle) had when he quit the Wiggles (only his wasn't pregnancy induced). Fortunately, though extremely uncomfortable and inconvenient, it wasn't dangerous for the baby.
I was told I was not allowed to drive anymore, and I didn't go back to work. From there things went a bit down hill. Soon I was unable to stand up for more than about 10 minutes. All my plans for shopping whilst on maternity leave, movies and coffee with friends, went out the door (sitting upright caused me to faint very quickly). Instead Country Boy rented me a heap of movies and I migrated between the couch and the bed when I needed a change in venue. I also did a lot of reading and a lot of sleeping - all that doing nothing was hard work.
A few times my mother, or a patient friend took me to the shops to get essentials. Both weren't too embarrassed if I had to lie down on the floor or similar in the middle of a shop - or at least they had the grace to pretend they weren't.
When I read about some of the complications people have during pregnancy, I know how lucky I am that mine wasn't dangerous to either the baby or myself (unless you count falling over when you faint - luckily I never did). But to be honest I was completely over lying down and reading or watching tv. The lack of oxygen to my brain made thinking clearly and making decisions really hard.
Before you have kids, you have all these ideas about how things will be. If nothing else, the pregnancy was a small introduction to the idea that I am not in control. 7 years later I know this to be true!