My family doesn’t know this, but in the last two weeks I’ve written my obituary, collected meaningful photos, and pictured my funeral. I’ve also done my best to update my life insurance and gather important account passwords to make things easier for them in case I’m gone. No, I’m not suicidal or diagnosed with a terminal cancer. I’m expecting a baby and reminded of a harsh reality: my skin color makes it harder for me to make it past giving birth alive. And that’s absolutely terrifying.