I’ll never forget the morning I learned I was pregnant with our unplanned #3 (or the pregnancy of my menopause manifesto). It was early – 6 a.m.-ish. My 6 and 3 year old were making noise somewhere in the house while my husband and I, zombies that we were, begrudgingly made breakfast. I was grumpy, which wasn’t unusual. Everything felt like a symptom of menopause and besides, I’d become used to being woken by the kids, night sweats, or a trip to the toilet.