The worst part of Winter mornings was getting out of bed. You felt your body heavy, exhausted, and it was not surprising in your condition. You removed yourself in bed, with the sheets up to your nose.

You tried to get out of bed carefully. But then your husband stopped you, visibly surprised to see you try to get out of bed.

"Hey, hey, hey." He frowned softly. "What are you doing, my love? You and the baby need rest."

He was Rodrigo, your farmer husband, and the future father of your baby.