After arriving at Fort Hood, I went to the doctor because I thought I might be pregnant again. And I was! Most of the time, Army wives had their babies at the military hospital on the post. But if the maternity wards were too full, the wife could go to a civilian doctor and hospital. That’s what I did.
I don’t remember too much about being pregnant and my doctor appointments, but I do remember one of my last visits. The baby’s due date was January 3, 1974, but the doctor wanted to deliver it by caesarean on December 14, 1973. (I had been in labor so long with my first baby that the doctor thought it was best to do a caesarean. My husband said that the doctor was probably also going away for the holidays.) When I returned home from my appointment, the first thing that I said to my husband was something like, “We get another deduction on our income tax this year!”
Below is a photo of me pregnant with my second child. That's one of my sisters-in-law showing off my baby!

And you will have joy and gladness,
and many will rejoice at his birth.
Luke 1:14