Honestly, I wish I had the guts to say this to some of the women I know. Instead I just facepalm and headdesk when they tell me they're pregnant.
All three of the women I'm about to tell you about got pregnant on either the first or second month of trying.
One is married to an accountant. She gave birth as expected in the first part of April. She complains that H is so busy/ stressed/ working long hours when it's the kid's birthday.
Another had been planning a giant once in a lifetime major vacation for like a year. Vacation is booked. After she got pregnant, she realized that she was due in the middle of said vacation.
Finally, the one who bought a brand new house without air conditioning. She was due beginning of September and seemed surprised that she was hot, miserable, and without air conditioning.
For the women I know, it seems that wanting a baby makes one forget how to count.
O! Forgot the teacher who was mad that she wouldn't get any maternity leave because she was due just after school got out.