The Prayer of Faith

Went and had an official pregnancy test taken today. What do you know, it was positive. As if the naseau, fatigue, and expanding waistline hadn't already tipped me off. I really did not want to have another child while we were still living here in the middle of nowhere.

The laws here in Wyoming are not conducive to home births, so last time the closest mid-wife I could find was 3 hrs. away. The situation has not changed. With Samuel's birth, it was fine, I went down and stayed with my mom a week before my due date, and he was born three days later. But driving three hours, by myself, with three kids in the car, 39 weeks pregnant is not something I wish to risk again.  Especially since the last two labors have only been two hours long. And my husband was not able to be there for the birth, but came later in the day, three hours of driving on bad roads. My brother in law, who drove my DH down, slid off the road on the way back home, and had to sleep on the side of the road until the plows came. Of course this baby is due in April, so there is less risk for bad weather, but it is still not an ideal situation.

I have heard so many horror stories about the hospital here, that I don't really think of it as on option.

Well, all I can do is pray, and trust that God will take care of us.