Ty, in that moment, I would remember every part of my wife's pregnancy. All the way back to the lovemaking session of conception and everything in between. Hoping that she'd get pregnant. Waiting to find out if she was pregnant. How good it felt when she WAS:biggrin1:. Spreading the news about the baby. Shopping for the baby. Holding her belly and rockin' them both to sleep, patiently dreaming.
Weight gain, shopping for maternity clothes, watching her eat the oddest things, & that platinum sex drive that she got on her at about 4 months, yeah. I would remember every little incident up to that very moment. Specifically, the night I asked her this very question that you're asking me. I think I held my breath after I asked her, "...You or the baby?" because I was so afraid of losing either one of them that I couldn't bear her answer.
She said, "Baby, I love you. In spite of our complications with trying to have this child, we've been blessed with this baby. So, you save our baby and you love them like you have loved me from the very beginning and everything will be just fine. Okay?"
Then I look so very deep into her eyes, tell her I love love her, kiss her goodbye and do what she asked...or suggested. I would honor my wife.