That particular morning was one of the harder ones. My phone had rung early, and the caller had been my mortgage servicer. The conversation had been polite but serious, and the news had not been easy to hear.
I sat on the couch with one hand on my stomach and reminded my baby gently that I was doing my very best. She gave me a small kick in response, the way she always did when she sensed my worries. I took it as a gentle reminder to keep going.
