Pregnant and without a partner, lesbian writer Staceyann Chin pushes forward. She writes:

I’m squinting at the computer screen and trying not to feel sorry for myself. After all, I did this. I chose this lonely, single path to motherhood…

This is my sixth visit to the hospital in three weeks. The nurses on duty have become old friends. We greet each other by name when I arrive at the Labor and Delivery ward at 4 a.m. or midnight or 10 in the morning or 5 o’clock on a Saturday afternoon. We make light of my knowing the routine. They rub my feet and remind me that they last told me not to come back until I am at least 35 weeks along. We all laugh, but we all know how critical it is that I come in when there is blood or contractions or any of the 900 things that can go wrong when you are in the process of making another human being to deposit onto the planet we are so rapidly trying to destroy with the amount of plastic and oil and chemicals we pump into it everyday.

It is almost midnight. I cannot sleep and I am weak with loneliness.

Read more at HuffPo Black Voices. Thank you Staceyann Chin for taking us with you along this miraculous, inspiring and harrowing journey.

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