Jbells Good to hear it was all easily taken care of and you and bump are fine.
Oh... don't get me wrong.
I drank a Guinness or stout or beer for that matter while pregnant and BF, just spaced them out... that night I had 3 in about 2 hours and it was such crap beer, I didn't even get the buzz I was after.
First pregnancy, the only thing I came off of was coffee, in fact, that was how DH knew I was pregnant. I said "NO!" He said, "We are buying a pregnancy test today"... sure enough. This time though, we were on a flight back from Ontario and DD was restless, climbing, giggling and needed to chill out, so I just popped her on the boob, and she took a couple of big slugs, came off fast with a look of, 'what the hell' and I popped her back on, then she fell asleep. That was the last time she BF.
TBH, sort of. Two days later I woke at 5am and said to myself, 'fuck, I'm pregnant.' It was though I sensed the moment that little beggar sperm bust through the egg. I was hoping for some BFing time free before starting again... just to have my body back for a wee bit. This time I have no food or drink aversions and happily will have a prosecco or guinness while out and wine with dinner on DH's day off.
Never had piles, but I experience them regularly from the running commentary from DH. Right now he has a butt zit/ingrown hair. 20 years together and our relationship culminates to me having a pee on the toilet, him walking in, shoving his arse in my face, spreading his cheeks and asking, "Is that a zit or ingrown hair? It hurts like hell!" 
Never got around to a birthing plan either as I thought I still had time with DD, but in the end, it all went fine anyhow. It was just me saying, 'I feel like a bath now... I'm going over here now... I'm going to lay on the floor, moo like a cow and stay under the duvet and you two, (MW and DH) can do whatever the hell you want. But bring me some ice water please! Now!' 