I saw him with my own eyes. In the darkest place on earth above ground—my womb—is an avid swimmer. A man child. The new love of my life. I already have the gift of two daughters, and now I am having a son!

Oh, God ... I'm going to have a son.

I am an African American woman with an African American husband, living on the South Side of Chicago. I'm ashamed to admit that after my elation at seeing the image of two precious little hands and feet, that adorable tiny nose in his profile, and the four contorting chambers of his heart beating vigorously at 158 times per minute, there was fear.

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