One of the joys of being a preacher's wife is ministering to the preacher, did I say joys? Today was no exception for such an honored opportunity. My dear husband found out today that he is expecting. Wow, how can this be? After three days of severe pain, slow humble striding, and contorted expressions, he decides to take himself to see the doctor. Test revealed that not only is he expecting but it is a tubal. We sit in the examining room, patiently waiting to see the specialist. He enters with the grim news, "We can deliver this baby one of three ways: we can dilate the tube and give you up to thirty days to deliver the baby, we can put you to sleep and use shock waves to try and dislodge the baby or we can put you to sleep and go in and take the baby." Doctor Cox, (I'm not kidding), explained that option number three could be quite painful because once the baby is delivered he will have to put a stint into the tube with a string attached to it so the stint can be removed after four days. The string would be taped to the side of the delivery site for safe keeping. It would have to be pulled out through the opening where the baby is delivered. I looked at the doctor and said, "And that's when he screams, right?" He said, "Only for a little while"! My husband said, "I'm use to pain, I pastor a church!" So, my husband decides to go with option two. So, delivery is set for next Thursday. We are excited and are expecting him to deliver a seven millimeter baby without complications. We haven't totally decided on a name yet, but will probably choose "Flint" or "Sandy".
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