I was 8 months pregnant with Marissa, wearing a red maternity t-shirt, at home watching Go.od Mor.ning America before heading to our women's Bible study at church. I tuned in to see the first tower with smoke coming out of it, and reporters talking that a plane had hit the building. And then I watched in shock as another plane flew in and hit the other one. The realization came swiftly to those on the television and to myself that this just wasn't some random and isolated event. For the next few days I was basically glued to the television. What were you doing?