Chicago Literati, December 23, 2016
From the moment I suspected my ex-boyfriend had left me pregnant I began to fear childbirth. Not for myself — for the baby. How could I allow it to undergo such trauma? From its warm, dark, insulated womb it would have to squeeze through a passage that was obviously too small for its body into this horrible unprotected world with all its bacteria and coldness and blinding light. . .
