Because I got so busy on this blog complaining about cell phones, and having to keep my kids busy this summer, and hygienic panty liners hanging out of my swimsuit, I completely forgot to finish my surrogacy story. Hmmm, when we left off, I was about eight months pregnant, and plans for delivery were in full swing.
As the weeks ticked by, and I got bigger and bigger (because that is one part of pregnancy I do really well; the getting BIGGER part!), we got closer and closer to our due date. I had sat down with my OB at the 35 week mark and discussed induction dates. I would have preferred not to be induced, but my parents needed to make arrangements to fly to Alabama to watch my kids, and the IP’s needed to make arrangements to fly to Alabama for the birth. Plus, they wanted to pull their son out of school so he could be a part of it. So, you could see how for convenience sake, it would be better for everyone if we simply scheduled a delivery date, and then crossed our fingers (or maybe my legs!) that the baby didn’t decide to come early.
My due date had wobbled a little based on the size of the baby at the ultrasound, but ultimately the doctor decided on May 5th. Or May 8th. Or maybe May 7th. I told you, it got changed a few times, by only a day or two each time, and I forget what we eventually settled on. Although I had no history of going into labor anytime before my due date … in fact, had no history of going into labor anytime before ten days AFTER my due date, my IP’s still wanted to be sure they were there, and would take no chances with waiting until the last minute to arrive. They decided to fly into Atlanta on May 1st, just to be on the safe side. They planned to spend a few days sightseeing in Atlanta, close enough that they could be to my house in only a few hours if need be. Otherwise, they would join us on the 4th in Alabama, and we’d spend time together until the induction day, which was set for May 7th.
I still felt great and was having no complications, but I’ll admit I was eager to get the show on the road. I was eager for them to meet their daughter, and I was eager to sleep on my stomach again, and I was especially eager to sleep through the night without getting up to go potty seventeen times (it’s the little things, you know?)