The first trimester passed in a blur of morning sickness, overwhelming fatigue, and an almost comical level of emotional volatility. Sarah, usually so composed and efficient at the clinic, found herself reduced to a teary-eyed mess one minute, then ravenously hungry the next. Ethan, ever the pragmatist, initially struggled to adjust. His carefully constructed world, built on order and predictability, was suddenly thrown into delightful chaos. He'd meticulously researched every aspect of pregnancy, poring over books and websites, armed with charts and graphs like a general planning a campaign. He was, however, completely unprepared for the rollercoaster ride of Sarah's moods. One evening, Sarah burst into tears because the craving for pickles and ice cream proved insurmountable. Ethan, a

