I woke with a surge of fear. Oh God, my baby! The words shot through me as I sought to distinguish reality from the image of a miscarriage still vivid in my mind.

I let out a long breath. It wasn't real. It was just a dream.

I wrapped my arms around myself and stared at the ceiling fan whirling slowly through the darkness. Surely God wouldn't allow anything to happen to this baby. After all, we had been trying to get pregnant for almost three years now. It had been a roller coaster ride of emotions - hope and fear and disappointment chasing each other through our hearts. Now, finally, I was pregnant. And I had to stay that way.