Wednesday Nov. 14

My dearest Hal,

Here it is the middle of November and we had both hoped the worst would be over by this time. But the time drags on in much the same way and the time is not yet. I feel slightly more uncomfortable with each day that passes. I have not been able to get much sleep lately because I can not lie in bed for more than three hours at a time because of the pressure. I have to sit up and sometimes I get up and prowl around the house. I’m not a very pleasant person to have around these days. I know you hope you will be spared any more of these letters where I gripe about how I feel. I truly do not mean to sound off about my troubles. You are a very long suffering husband and you will just have to put up with these last months jitters. If you were here you would be in for a very much worse time.

I miss you so terribly and I’d give anything if only I could have you with me. I don’t mind telling you I dread having to have both my babies and not have you there for either event. I know, my darling, it is not your doing. If you had your way things would be different for us.

Last night Peggy and I went to the movies in Waynesboro. It was called a “Song to Remember,” and was the life of Chopin. It has been out for a long time so I’m sure you must have seen it. The music was wonderful and I enjoyed it very much indeed. I don’t go to very many movies except those that I think Sam will enjoy. I take him to nearly all the children’s movies but that is about all I see. I guess I will be seeing even less but I really don’t mind. It will not be very easy for me to learn to stay at home and take care of the baby but it will be worth it when you come home and we can have our nice little family and all be happy together.

Will you be getting the paper over there? There is a very pretty picture of Love B. in today’s paper. She is getting married and somehow I can hardly take it in. She seems like such a baby though she is a senior at Mary Baldwin this year. I understand that she plans to finish school. The boy she married is an Army officer stationed at Woodrow Wilson or rather he is a patient there. He has been through several campaigns and was wounded and much decorated. He is quite young too but of course older than Love. Marshall is still in Panama and could not come for the wedding. If you don’t get the paper over there you can let me know and I’ll try to send you some clippings from time to time.

Monday I had another tooth filled. I have one more trip and then I hope I will be finished with the dentist for awhile. While I was in Waynesboro I saw Nell A. She is teaching this winter. She says Charlie is waiting to sail and expects to be home by Christmas. I hope she is right but I’m afraid there are some of the boys who will have to be disappointed about being home that soon.

I wish so much that you could be home too. It surely would be lovely if we could have Christmas together in our own home but I guess we’ll have to wait until next year for that.

I love you very, very much and hope you can soon write to me. Two weeks is a long time to wait for a letter.

All my love,

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