I have never been pregnant, never seen a positive pregnancy test, never even really thought there was a good chance I was pregnant (just a bunch of hopes that would crash down with temperature drops each month).
My mother on the other hand was extremely fertile. Unfortunately she had problems staying pregnant. Her incompetent cervix liked to dilate way before it was time to even think of those things. As a result I had an older brother that passed away at a week old in January of 1977, and a younger sister that passed away at almost a month old in 1981 (I feel bad for forgetting which month). My mom also had at least two 2nd tri miscarriages. She was dealt a crappy, crappy hand.
I somehow managed to make it to 31 weeks, and was born in October of 1977. I stayed in the hospital for a month, and other than my crummy lungs, I have no other long term effects.
My parents adopted their next child - my younger brother TJ - to continue with their plan of having 4 children.
When my mom got pregnant for at least the 6th time, she had her cervix stitched up, and my youngest brother was born the day after my birthday at 36, almost 37 weeks.
I really respect my parents for continuing to TTC and staying together while experiencing so much loss and heartbreak.