Unlike the proverbial shit, which most of the time doesn't just 'happen' but very often is the result of negligence, ignorance or good, old and plain dumbness, life actually does happen.
At least to me. Or us, rather.
Not long ago and not very much after the birth of Charlotte Master and I sat down. The topic was family planning and especially whether we should use any contraceptive or not.
When he asked what I thought and how I felt about it I just shrugged and said I didn't mind either way and that it was up to him to decide. I wished it had been in a "my body is yours"-kind of way, but it wasn't. All the important decisions had already been made and agreed upon earlier. Like that we both wanted at least one other child and that we didn't want them to be four or five years apart.
So, he made that decision, I didn't go to the doc to get a prescription for the pill, we had sex (not as much as we'd like to, but that's another topic) and, well, I got pregnant. Pretty quickly. Very quickly, actually. Certainly faster than we'd expected.
That was no biggie (side note: It's amazing how much less thrilling the second pregnancy is. Not less important, but less thrilling).
So we'd have two children not even a year apart, I thought.
But then life happened. Or rather, it had happened a couple of days before I noticed that I was pregnant. I was at the doc, craning my neck to look at the screen of the ultrasound thingy, seeing the usual blurry greyish fogs and black areas. Even I saw the little white dot on the screen. I smiled, the doc smiled, then she looked grinned and said "oha."
I looked at the screen again to see a second white dot.
Me: "Is that what I think it is?"
Doc: "They're identical."
Me: "Oha." (wondering how she'd know. I mean, they really were just small white dots.)
Then I shut up and started to get used to the idea that very soon we'd have two babies and a child who's not yet 1 year old.
Life happens. All you can do is adjust.