Front # 1: After fighting with the doctor and talking it over with ANYONE who would listen, I’ve finally come to the realization I can’t avoid having a C section this time around either. Unless I want to fly to Canada and have the baby there. Actually…it would save us some money…something to think about. Either way I've lost the fight for a VBAC in Texas.
Boys was I mad at Bill in THAT dream. And again when I woke up. “Do you know what you tried to do to save a few bucks!?” I asked him in the morning. He thought the dream was hilarious.
Fight Front # 2:
“I’m pregnant and I get to decide what temperature it needs to be in here for the next 3 months.” I’m on the verge of…I don’t know, a revolution, a revolt, a bitter rebellion if he tries to fight me on this. He must see the crazy in my eyes because he wisely backs down.
Until I’m 75 and he’ll be like 87 and too frail to get up every night to turn the heat back down after I turned it back up, again. Hurray for frail old men being married to slightly less frail, moderately younger women. We will win in the end girls, yes we will.