Well Sam, here we are, at the end of all things. We’ve said ‘hello’ to this baby from all around the world (see what I finally did there?!? This whole time!!) and now we wait…we wait for her to grace us with her presence. To be welcomed into Mom and Dads arms as if she’s never been away. When I look at my own children, I try to imagine what my life was like before they came into it and it’s difficult. It’s almost unfathomable. They were always there, in my dreams, just waiting to join our family. In a mere matter of hours, really is what this final waiting period comes down to, I have the chance to help make another family’s dreams come true. And for me, that’s what the whole surrogacy experience has been about. I can’t carry the burden of infertility for anyone, but I can carry YOU. You, you sweet little Christmas angel, ready to light up the world with your smile. And hopefully, the next entry you read here will be a birthday story!
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We’ve been waiting for this month for a long time. Baby’s family is on their way. I know they cannot wait to meet her!!
I feel so thankful that with everything…EVERYTHING…we’ve gone through the last 9 months, I’m still hanging in there at nearly 37 weeks with a healthy baby kicking around. Losing a massive amount of blood back in early July was an absolutely terrifying experience but I know the prayers from baby’s Mom and Dad were strong enough to carry both of us through it all. And here we are! They are such loving, kind, wonderful parents and people. I can only imagine how excited they are to have made it and to be this close to holding their little angel. I’ll be praying for their safe passage here.
They’ll be accompanying me to the doctors appointment next Tuesday. Hopefully she will perform a quick ultrasound to check size, position, and fluid levels and all that so my IPs can get a quick look at their daughter. It may be busy over there in the afternoon so I can’t say for sure if that will happen or not.
Baby feels like she’s dropped a lot lower as evidenced by my ability to breathe once again and a reprieve from the heartburn. I’m going to step up my long-distance walking game once they arrive and continue to chase my toddler around. Maybe I’ll get labor to start on its own, but it wouldn’t be a shock if we end up needing some pitocin based encouragement in that department.
If you’ve been following us along our journey the past year, would you mind just keeping us in your thoughts and prayers and we come to the grand finale of a slightly different, but no less wondrous way of welcoming a child into the world? Every little bit of encouragement helps.
Peek-a-boo,I see you, Baby’s gettin’ big, We’re almost through…
Hope my IPs are getting ready. This is happening. Probably not next month given my history of being a slow cooker going post-date, but soooooon.
What else is new?
No carcinoma left on my leg, so that’s good! I got an A+ on my final paper on schizophrenia symptoms and treatment and finished with a solid A in the class. Allow me to be smug for a moment for earning a 4.0 GPA in my 30s, something I should have done 15 damn years ago, but c’est la vie. Monday is Halloween here and my little pumpkins are going as 1) a zombie bride 2) Rainbow Dash and 3) a robot. They’re excited. I’m getting excited for Thanksgiving and birthing time!! Things have gotten to the point where I have to perform some complicated gymnastics to get up from a prone or seated position. Baby seems quite comfy and my health checkups are all good so we stay preggers and carry on.
Things have fallen into this routine around here of school, homework, soccer, sleep, repeat, so I won’t be updating as often unless something out of the ordinary happens, but really, this is going to be our lives for the next 16 weeks.
Happy to be 24 weeks today. I think many pregnant women breathe a sigh of relief making it to the magic week number more commonly referred to as viability. Every detail about my health is still worth talking with the doctor about, but know what? I did it! I made it so far as to give baby a chance to make it on her own and get her into Mom and Dads arms. Every week from here on out, her chances of surviving and obtaining healthy baby status go up. We also have our PBO–that’s pre-birth order–papers getting drawn up and ready to go to the judge to sign. If for any reason I have to go in and have an emergency delivery, I’m sure the lawyers will have to bust their butts to get a rush on that–but since all is going smoothly and there have been no more scary bleeds or other problems, I expect to be signing my portion of the PBO before the end of the month.
It’s been exciting to feel baby’s kicks get A LOT stronger. She’s feisty! And very active. Curious to know how her Mom and Dad will feel about that one!
Ive been going through some personal/marriage challenges, but, I’m optimistic on those fronts and hope things will resolve in a way so that our family can move forward in a positive direction. Things stand at a crossroads right now and I’m not sure of the right direction. Been saying a lot of prayers and keeping the faith that it will all work out. In other news, my class starts on Monday and I’m excited about it.
Wo-ahh, we’re halfway there! Made it through the last couple weeks living on a few prayers, but we seem to be out of the woods with the spotting and bleeding. For now. Let’s hope it stays that way. I’ve been put on an iron supplement for pretty serious anemia and the last couple days have felt waaaaay less fatigued. Getting some of my energy back feels so good.
Big things are happening next week. It will be a yuuuuge exciting week. Baby gets to spend a couple days in the presence of Mama and Brother! Hopeful that everything looks good on our ultrasound and looking forward to their visit!!
Go yodel it on a mountain, we’ve officially reached Trimester 2!
I also ‘officially’ announced the pregnancy to friends and family yesterday. It makes things easier when I run into folks and they don’t have to ask awkward questions like, “soooo, four kids, huh?” “Thinkin about starting up that family band, err, orchestra?” or a make a variety of other snide remarks about families who have more than two children and can clearly see another on the way. Vagina = clown car! Hardy har har!! Much hilarity and originality!!
Luckily most friends and family have responded positively to surrogacy (afaik) or at least they have the good sense to keep any nasty opinions to themselves. When it comes to opinions, there are only two I take into account: 1) my husbands and 2) my intended parents.
It was a relatively slow week here on the homefront as we get ready for a family road and camping trip in two. We’ve been enjoying some UEFA European soccer championships and you can venture a guess for which team we hope to win it all. Actually, the voting is split amongst the adults with one of us going for the Spanish, but the swing vote came from the kids who think Germany has the better uniforms. Silly kids!
It feels like I’ve reached this place in pregnancy where it’s too early yet for me to feel any movement but the early symptoms and novelty of it all have faded, so I kind of have to keep reminding myself “oh yeah, I’m pregnant,” since I can go for several hours and it’s just not in the forefront of my mind. Carrying for someone else is obviously very different than when it’s your own child you’re expecting. I’m still excited, but it’s just like being excited when you find out your friend is having a baby. You’re super happy for them and hope you may get a couple cuddles in and watch baby’s milestones on social media but I’m not using this time playing around with different name combinations nor planning out homecoming outfits and wondering if I’m going to need to buy any new baby equipment. Nope! I get to skip all that part this time. However, it’s not like I’m completely disinvested–staying attached yet separate is…difficult to put into words. Somehow it all works out.
Seems fitting that we’ve hit the ‘awkward pregnancy stage’ when the weeks roll into the teens.
Something that I do have to think about everyday but haven’t spoken about much on here is being Mom to a child with a chronic autoimmune disorder. It sucks. Managing diabetes is a 24/7 job. There are no breaks. Watching numbers rise and fall, puncturing my child’s porcelain white skin 4-6 times a day with shots. I would do anything to take this disease away from her. I get upset whenever a damn commercial for Viagra comes on TV and I think, “seriously? Companies are spending millions of dollars on advertising boner pills and my kid still has diabetes? WTF are the priorities in this country?” Ugh.
My daughter had the chance to be featured in a photo series called “Heroes of Type 1” so I went out with her for a fun overnight Mommy-Daughter adventure where we took a nice walk around a Chinese Friendship Garden the next day before going home. Here are some pics from our little getaway last week. Skipping a bump photo this week as that would require putting on pants and that ain’t happenin right now!! Much like an elevator riding to the top of the baby penthouse suite, Floor 40, we shall skip the 13th XD