Baby Clara is six weeks old. Vivianne and David have been in touch a bit since they went back home, though not nearly as much as before – their hands are understandably full. I suspect, however, that we’ll be in touch for life. It feels as though they’ve become family. I really didn’t know what … Continue reading Closing up Shop
Last night was intense. Last night was surreal. Last night felt like peeling off a band-aid. Very, very slowly. We started by picking them up at their top-floor walkup apartment in Everett. The place where Vivianne and David, and then baby Clara (more on that in a minute) lived since their arrival in the US … Continue reading And They’re Off
I was pretty proud of myself when I first came up with the name of this blog. It hit the intentions of this process spot-on, that the uterus inside me could be used for more than just my own purposes. I could join with another person or couple, and collectively we’d have one big happy … Continue reading There’s No I in Uterus
I went in for a routine ultrasound (we’ve been having them monthly throughout the pregnancy) and OB visit with Vivianne and David this past Wednesday afternoon, at 38 weeks and 5 days. After the ultrasound, as per usual, Hannah the ultrasound tech went out to show the results to the radiologist before giving us the … Continue reading Birth Story
A new soul entered the world this morning, Thursday, September 28, 2017 at 4:41 am. Pictures first, story later. All is right with the world.
The most recent blood test came back with the antibodies still too weak to detect. My obstetrician checked with the high-risk doctor and we’ve had a change in plans of the best kind: being this far along (now past 37 weeks), even if the antibody levels were to rise at this point, there wouldn’t be … Continue reading Bullet: DODGED
My hospital bag is packed. I’ve got the requisite comfy clothing, toiletries, snack food, possibly a beer… and the pre-birth order that was just approved, mandating that Vivianne and David be listed as the parents on the baby’s birth certificate. Those aren’t actually their real names, though. We agreed to use different ones for the … Continue reading All Packed Up
If there’s one word that makes me uncomfortable as it relates to my surrogacy, it’s ‘selfless.’ I know, I know. I must seem like sour grapes, but there’s just something about it that rubs me the wrong way. Selfless. Without self. Could that really be? True, much about this process is not about me. I’m … Continue reading Selfless
Bringing you a follow-up to the original husband post, this time from his very own blog, Mental Health Safe Space. Click the link below this excerpt to read the post in its entirety, and poke around while you're there. It's well-worth the read, in my completely unbiased opinion. By Jamie Bornstein This fetus is … Continue reading This Fetus is Kicking My Ass
People ask lots of questions when they hear about my surrogacy. This doesn’t bother me. For the most part, the questions come from a place of curiosity and just wanting to learn about this genuinely odd thing I’m doing that is far from commonplace. One of the most frequent questions I get is, “But won’t … Continue reading But Won’t You Get Attached?