The day started like any other—until I took a pregnancy test and saw those two pink lines. My emotions were mixed: joy at the idea of another child, but deep anxiety over our financial struggle. My husband, Jacob, worked tirelessly as a janitor, and my nanny job barely paid the bills. I hadn’t yet told…
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