Talking it out

My husband has decided that he wants to speak with a minister about the
whole having kids thing.  He asked his dad for advice, and his dad told him
to consult a third party.  So he got the phone number off of a sign out
front of the Baptist church very near our house and left a message for the a
young preacher who happens to be a new father, himself.  Hopefully he can
work through some of the internal conflict he's having.  In the meantime,
I've rescheduled with the midwife so that I can get a new scrip for birth
control, but couldn't get in for two weeks and by that time I'll be out of
pills since my last dose is this Sunday.  I guess I'll have to call my
previous prescriber and have him call in a scrip to a local pharmacy.  Sigh.
I have been putting it off.  Maybe I'm holding out a secret hope that my
husband will change his mind.