A couple weeks ago, I wrote about the agony of one-way communication, that I can't just pick up a phone and call my husband in Iraq when I need to tell him some news. On that day, I was waiting to tell him the happiest news we've had in a long time: We're going to have a baby. I found out four days after he deployed. Naturally, it was while he was making his way from Kuwait to Iraq, so I had no idea when I'd hear from him.
A few days later, the nurse checked my hormone levels and told me that things were not looking very good. She told me to be prepared for the worst, that we were probably going to lose this baby just like we lost the one six months ago.
Again, I had to wait for my husband to call me, this time so I could tell him the bad news.
Yesterday I went for a special ultrasound, to see if the news was as bad as it seemed. Luckily, it wasn't. We appear to have a happy and healthy 6 week old baby, the size of half your pinky fingernail.
And guess who had to wait for her husband to call?
I am plain tired of giving life-altering news over the phone.
