My brother and I were unplanned - my parents were told my mother couldn’t have children, so they adopted two daughters in the early-60’s. My brother (surprise!) was born in 1965, whereupon the doctor proclaimed that it would never happen again.
Apparently my parents believed him because I’m typing these words today.
Both children unplanned. Both should have been a terrible idea at the time but turned out wonderfully.
The irony of course is that I was a risk taker during my teenage years and somehow managed to have fairly constant unprotected sex without getting pregnant only to end up pregnant a few months after beginning to protect against it. I became pregnant with my son during a period of great sadness and stress and I suspect that I may have thrown up a birth control pill. I was a little paranoid after that and despite resuming the pill, breast feeding and using condoms I became pregnant and a lot more paranoid. Shortly after her birth I had a tubal and avoided sex for almost two years just in case.
I love them both dearly but I wasn’t taking any chances on three.
Two children with both planned. This is using the definition that we wanted children, purposefully stopped using birth control and were in a good place to have them.
All seven of my kids were planned.
Kidding. You know I don’t have kids…yet.
Little bro and I were both planned, as was the first of the three babies my mother lost (she lost the first after falling down the stairs :(). The other two that were lost were to be oops! babies, but were probably victims of medication mom had been taking before she knew she was pregnant and miscarried early. The sad part is that my parents would have welcomed all three - as evidenced by my memories of happy “you’re going to have another brother or a sister” speeches - and were devastated to learn that their unplanned for surprises weren’t meant to be after all.
Since I held off getting exited about my first until, oh, about his first birthday, I swore that for the second, I would start getting excited as soon as the second line appeared. I think you’ve earned a little flutter of excitement
I assume that’s planned, too. I basically mean like as long as you weren’t actively trying to avoid it. Using condoms and stuff like that. This is The Dope. You know (!) everyone is going to define what planned means to them.
I don’t have kids but everyone I know does so I’ll throw you some data:
Brother planned
Me planned (we are exactly 2 years apart)
Brother’s 2 kids, planned
My 3 best friends with kids under 3, planned
My cousin’s 6-month old, planned in a sense that they would take a baby any time they could manage to make a baby. It just took like 5 years to make said baby. Then he spent his first 6 months in foster care because neither parent was legally fit to be a parent.
My youngest cousin’s 5-year-old, unplanned
My other cousin’s kid’s 3 kids, unplanned
Just so happens that the 4 unplanned kids here were born to very young, un-educated and un-married women. All the others were kids born when the parents were in their mid-to-late 20s.