“Baby, I said it’s not the right time to be discussing this. We’re both tired and upset. Let’s just eat dinner and go to bed. Can’t we talk about this in the morning?”

“No, we can’t!” she said.

Sitting down, I realized there was no avoiding this, so I said,
“Maggie, sweetheart, you heard Dr. Henderson. Layla is breech and she can’t be born safely at home.”

“I know that, Jim, I’m a registered nurse!”

“Yes honey, right, but…”

Maggie waved her hand and said, “You’re right, I don’t want to talk about this!” and she waddled by me and went into the kitchen. I heard her banging around in there and then she emerged with a glass of milk and the box of Oreos. Now glaring at me, she stomped through the living room and down the hall, slamming the bedroom door behind her.

I finished my dinner and put Maggie’s untouched food under Saran Wrap and in the refrigerator.