Luke has been my rock through this entire journey. He never missed a single doctor’s appointment, even when his work piled up. He’s the kind of man who reads parenting books before bed, assembles furniture without being asked, and rubs my back when I wake up crying at 2 a.m. from pregnancy anxiety. We had been preparing for this baby like our lives depended on it, because in many ways, they did. For the past two years, Luke and I worked tirelessly to build a financial safety net. We cut back on vacations, cooked at home, and saved every extra dollar.