Emma and I fall asleep before 8 o’clock on Thanksgiving. We stayed up most of the previous night talking about her pregnancy. We read every word Dr. Khalsa sent us and looked up the high-risk obstetrician that Tim emailed me about. It wasn’t until Emma saw me finishing up making a nightlight for Ty and Juniper that Emma started crying and saying she definitely wanted to have our baby.

I pulled her into my arms and pressed her face against my chest, forgetting the fragile ...