Well, it's not a story, but an attitude, I suppose.
Although I'd previously had a hard time staying pregnant, when I found out I was pregnant with our son, I made a conscious decision to enjoy every minute of my pregnancy that I had. Period. I just decided not to worry, not to fret, and to just accept that what would be would be.
This was the best gift I could give myself-- accepting I had NO control over anything. I didn't stress about any of it. Gestational diabetes? No problem, we'll adjust my diet. Feeling braindead and unintelligent? I stopped writing and took up watercolors, making a book for our son of his time in the womb with us, all the sweet observations of being pregnant and feeling so close to him....
I think all this relaxed attitude led us to having a good birth experience. I was ready for anything and accepting of anything that experience would have to offer. We did it at home and my son loves that he was born in his room, on his bed (it's full sized!).... I could have had every test (amnio, etc.-- I was 35 at the time) in the world done on me/him, but chose not to, just accepting that whatever child we would have was the one we would have. :) We now have a beautiful five year old joy who is still a delight to my heart when I look at him.
Treasure your pregnancy memories. The sweet tooth cravings, the cozy winter moments-- keep a book or write them on something, even if only the walls of your heart. And tell your wee one, when they are old enough, how much fun and love you had for them, even before you'd met! Congratulations.:)