With eight plus children I was really busy and figured I had reached my “stretch” capacity. I was dealing with a bad bout of hay fever and went to my small town doctor to get a shot. As she gave me the short, the nurse said, “This might make your periods irregular, but other than that, you should have no side effects.”
After a couple of months of no periods, I went back into the doctor and asked, “How irregular?” He said, “Well, let’s check for the obvious first.” And I said, “In my case, it isn’t the obvious.”
Both I and the doctor were surprised when he heard a heart beat. Amazing, after fifteen years! However, it took some convincing for my husband. He was working on the plumbing lines for a new store building when I told him to come up out of his trench and talk to me. He sat on an overturned bucket and I told him the doctor said I was pregnant. He said, “You’re not. I went to school with that doctor and out-wrestled him. He makes mistakes sometimes.”
“He says he heard a heartbeat,” I replied.
“He heard an echo,” he said. “If you’re pregnant, I’m Zachariah (father of John the Baptist) and we’ll name him ‘John.'” John was born about seven months later. And then, wonder of wonders, his brother was born two years after that. And our family was finally complete.