| The other day I was reading Notes and I received a phone call from
my son. He is a real sweetheart and I enjoy him and his company
a lot.
What was coincidental was the note I was reading used the phrase
'inconvenient pregnancy' and Nick was my inconvenient pregnancy.
That March of 1962 is etched in my memory. It had to be a mistake
I could not be pregnant again. I was depressed, I was angry and
I did not know if I could cope or if I wanted to cope. Every day
I looked for the sign that it was not true...to be more accurate
every hour I hoped that my fate would change. That was before over
the counter tests...doctors tended to become annoyed at our need
to know for sure and always made us wait until we had missed
menstruation for six weeks. I cried, carried on and I held my two
daughters and cried for their childhood which would be diluted with
another child and a mother to busy to play with them.
After six weeks the doctor confirmed that which I knew was fact
and the process of accepting the pregnancy began.
My son was born at my convenience after I had a chance to vote for
John Kennedy. Of course he was gorgeous and he had to be the best
baby around. (I don't think he dared be anything else ;-) )
And when I look back and reflect on those six weeks that I was so
desparate, when I could not imagine how I would cope or where the
money would come from I am so happy that I did not have a choice!
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