I’ve held off on posting my real emotions. This is a delicate situation. 38 weeks pregnant. No spouse. No responsibilities after baby arrives. A family in waiting for their forever blessing to arrive. Nothing about this pregnancy is what society calls normal.
I started blogging this journey for anyone out there who may want to experience surrogacy but I also have to be mindful that many lives are involved.
With that being said, I’m exhausted. I am taking care of a household and children. I’m uncomfortable standing, sitting, laying, bending, anything really. I have mentioned it slightly before but I’m going to tell you…. When they tell you to do a psychological evaluation and counseling beforehand, this is why. It takes more out of you than a “regular” pregnancy.
I don’t mean to but somehow I end up feeling secluded and nothing more than an object to get someone to their destination. I feel I have to fight for my voice to be heard in some scenarios and I feel a bother in others.
These are just fleeting emotions (I tell myself to try and “snap” out of it).
I just left the hospital. I had to register and get a check due to my doctor being out of town. Everything is good. Contracting but not dilated enough to be admitted. I will be induced next week. It’s surreal. She will be here and into her mom and dad’s arms next week. We only have ONE more week. We can do this!!!!!
I have 3 weeks off work paid to rest and heal.
I believe I will feel much better in a few weeks.
I’m hoping I have some help when I get home from the hospital. It takes a lot to manage a household, much more after you deliver a baby.
I called a house cleaning agency. They wanted 230 bucks for a deep cleaning. WHAT??? looks like I need to go into that business. Ha.
Alls well. Baby’s healthy. This is what matters.
We continue on!!!!!
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.
I’m overwhelmed with emotions. I have had 2 pregnancies before this and NOTHING can compare. I’ve never cried this much in my life. Everything is extreme.
An interesting fact is that my life has never been this complicated either. It’s hard to tell which is causing what. All I can tell you is my mind is pure chaos.
I’m thankful for a healthy baby. I’m trying to ensure a healthy bond with baby mama. I’m trying to prepare for when baby comes and more importantly after baby leaves. I’m trying to ensure I am a good mother to my biological two.
Mentally I cannot go on (she said dramatically). Physically I’m doing OK.
This is a whirlwind. I have approximately 18 weeks left.
I STILL do not regret a thing. But this is definitely more than I could imagine. I honestly don’t think anyone can ever grasp what the surrogacy journey will involve until they experience it for themselves.
We will continue on.
I’m thankful I can rely on God.
I have a doctors appointment tomorrow. Hoping for good news about placenta previa.
Ladies and gentlemen!!!!
We have a healthy little bebe grub worm!!! 7 weeks and 122 beats per minute!! Longest weekend of my entire life all to end with wonderful news!!!!!
Well we made it. It’s the night before transfer. I have so many emotions. I’m excited. I’m nervous. I’m hopeful. I’m scared.
My son had a baseball game in town. I had to ask the concession stand for a bag of ice. Actually, I asked my daughter to ask because I got it like that. She brought me a glove full of ice. I tucked it into my suit and continued to watch the game until baby mama arrived. The glove busted so I walked to the car with a wet rear end.
The only way we could do the shot tonight is in the back seat of my car. Oh to be in the mind of those people walking by.
My daughter was big and bad and wanted to give me the shot. I told her no. She got upset. I said, how about you watch baby mama prepare it and then you decide. She’s 7.
Baby mama got the shot ready and my daughter decided not only thst she wants going to give me the shot but she couldn’t even watch.
This is it. This is the last shot before I carry the embryo. Tomorrow at 11am I will be two. Prayers appreciated. Thoughts and any other voodoo welcome also. Operation #bringbabyhome is real!
I did my first shot today. I woke up full of anxiety. I do not love shots. I assumed it was going to be the worst shot ever created.
I’m so dramatic.
At approximately 830 I had my first shot. It was tiny. And I survived.
I look back and laugh at how inappropriate I acted.
Isn’t that funny. I wore myself out for nothing.
I paced and pleaded to do anything but this shot.
Now for the next few weeks this is my new norm.
Baby, here we come.