That was a Braxton Hicks. No, that was a real contraction, says the doctor when I was 35 weeks pregnant.
I’m on bedrest. I’m huge. Baby’s dropped. Mom is freaking out. Her nursery isn’t finished. All is well.
I’m still not due until January 15 but she sure does feel like she’s trying to come. I’m dilated 2cm and having real contractions.
I stay overwhelmed, I suppose. I’m so ready to see this happy, healthy, baby come out and go to her parents.
I had to leave work earlier than I expected and it has caused so much anxiety. My caseload doesn’t just disappear. There are lives that are ongoing and extremely brittle and fragile. I have spent months trying to ensure these families have the services and support they need for a safe home. Leaving them has felt like leaving family. I will be getting back to work as soon as I possibly can. I will follow my doctor’s recommendations, of course.
I will not be venturing down this road again but my heart will be completely open for any support asked of someone who may way to follow their own journey of being a surrogate. It’s beautiful. I am blessed to be able to do it. And I will be blessed to be support for the next person.