I didn’t expect the first trimester to feel so sacred. It wasn’t just about growing a baby, it was about growing my faith, my trust, and my heart. From fasting and praying in January to hearing our son’s heartbeat for the first time, this season has been one of surrender. And in every wave of nausea, every unexpected nap, and every tear over cereal, I’ve been reminded: God is here, weaving something holy in the unseen