My husband insisted we see a doctor this time around for the baby. See, last time we had complications with preeclampsia and our little bub nearly didn't make it. My husband intervened during my home birth and forced me in the car and to the hospital. I'm sure if he had not intervened, we would have been fine, but my husband insists we go to the doctor to make sure I and our newest child go to the doctor. He has compromised, and if all is well, we will use a midwife instead.
I am about eight weeks along. We heard the heartbeat of our youngest child. When I asked if it was a boy or girl, the doctor told us we can't know that for at least another ten weeks! Hmph! Some doctor! My midwife knows all the tricks and has accurately predicted each of my baby's gender from day one!
When I got home, Kaileigh started up again about wanting to be a doctor. I told her UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES would ANY daughter of mine be a doctor! Kaileigh went to her room and cried. Oh well. A child must have her dreams crushed to be subservient and follow the will of God. I remember when my parents crushed my dream of becoming a singer. Best thing that ever happened to me! Now I am a joyful mother and wife. Kaileigh will thank me when she is older.