Zenovia

“Oh, my God, Zenovia! You really are pregnant!” Antonia squealed happily and almost jumped as she squeezed me with her embrace. She was obviously thrilled for me.

Even on a Sunday, we were at her clinic, which had a lab. She drew a sample of my blood and called a health care personnel to measure my hCG (human chorionic gonadotropin). We waited for a few hours, and the result was out. She read it and gave me such an epic look.

My heart was beating so fast as I took in this very reality. My reality from now on.

I was eight weeks pregnant! I thanked God in my...