The second pregnancy. At night, I realized it was time to go to the nursery. They came, I was arranged, my husband (who was around all the time) is asked to leave. I kiss him, tell him to drive home and at this moment another fight begins, I am shattered by pain... My husband kisses me in a bucket, wishes a peaceful night and goes away... If I had a scissor in my hands at this moment, I would have them in his back!