My sweetheart and I were married on August 14, 1978, and we desired to have children as soon as the Lord would give them to us.
By November 8th, I was calling my gynecologist for information on a pregnancy test. That was back in the day before you could purchase a self-test kit from your local drug store. Never having had a pregnancy test before, the instructions given to me were to provide them with a sample of my morning urine. The next day I carried my brown paper bag with a urine filled container into the doctor’s office for testing. Then I waited for the results. Strangely enough, I had heard a loud roar of laughter just after my sample was received by the nearby lab personnel. I quickly reasoned that the full quart-size mason jar was a little more than what was needed for a pregnancy test! I would have laughed with them, but I really wasn’t feeling well. My husband had been on military sick-call for a few days and had already been admitted to the base hospital for further testing. I was beginning to wonder if I was coming down with whatever he had. A little later, and with a little more laughter, the official results were given to me: I was indeed pregnant. Then I asked, “Should I be concerned that I am spotting?” Read More