In the bottom dresser drawer in our bedroom a pile of tiny garments was growing steadily. I couldn't see how anyone could possibly be happier than I was as I spent my days cutting and sewing clothes for our much anticipated addition to our family.
Mornings and evenings I still helped with all the chores which I also really enjoyed. Finally after more than six months had passed we made an appointment to see someone. I didn't look forward to that visit but agreed that we probably shouldn't push it off any longer.
The morning for my appointment arrived and we were both not thrilled to find we had a cow that needed urgent veterinary care. LV called the vet and then told me he would have to stay at home so that someone would be there when the vet arrived. I was disappointed that I would have to go to that first appointment alone but I understood why he couldn't accompany me and didn't really think anything more about it until I was sitting in that little room at the doctors office and the doctor was asking where LV was.
I told her that he had to stay at home because we had a sick cow. She didn't seem impressed as she started scribbling furiously on her notepad and told me that any decent husband would put the needs of his wife above the needs of a cow.
That was all I needed to hear. I got up from the miserable little table thing I had been sitting on and told her that I had the best husband in the world. That there was nothing wrong with me, but there was a whole lot wrong with the cow. If I would have been sick or needed him in any way he would have been there.
The rest of my visit was quiet as she checked everything she needed to. I was glad to get out of the office and felt slightly sheepish at my outburst. I knew I was probably the first Amish woman who had ever lost it in her office.