Life was hard, but then a hard life was what I was use to. Our living 10 years behind his parents, in the country, was difficult years and a difficult way of living. I loved his mom greatly, so I did not allow the living conditions to control my feelings. We eventually bought an acre with a home on it and moved a few miles away from them. The family doctor became my doctor. In earlier exams he found that I was not quite adult woman enough to get pregnant.
I trusted this doctor completely. He was after all a doctor and had been for many years. He gave me shots of male hormones to stimulate my body into complete womanhood. This was during the first second half of the ten years of living behind his parents. Low and behold he told me that we were pregnant. Of course we were relieved that we finally had a baby to look forward to. We began to prepare for when we would be taking the baby home. We had started making payments toward the expense of having a baby at the local hospital.