Home Birth without a Husband

For the next month, the last month of my pregnancy, my husband will be working out of town. Now out of town is only an hour in a half away, but when your last labour clocks in at 2 hours and 15 minutes it seems like a long ways away. When he told me about this development, which he has actually known about for a while and thought I knew about it to (clearly I need to become telepathic), I remembered that I was in my third trimester and acted accordingly. This means I turned off my ability to think logically and wailed and protested. I felt angry and abandoned and had vivid images of having a baby by myself in some cold and deserted place.

It would appear that I like to know how things will unfold. But control and labour are such an oxymoron that it drives me crazy. So will my husband be at my upcoming labour? I hope so, probably, but I'm preparing myself for the possibility of him not being there. I have two fabulous midwives and a lovely doula so this gives me some peace. Now I need to relax, let go and trust that things will work out in the end.