Rolling Along

The first few months of the pregnancy were text-book. Just like my own pregnancies, I felt great, had a huge appetite, and no complications. Not even any morning sickness (touch wood, rub a lucky rabbit’s foot, throw salt over your shoulder, whatever, I’ve never had it and never want it.) I found an obstetrician in Montgomery, Alabama, who had never delivered a surrogate baby but who viewed it as a positive, exciting situation, so that greatly eased my mind about the process. His staff was open and encouraging, and I enjoyed my monthly visits to see him.

As I started to show (which considering how much I EAT when I’m pregnant, doesn’t normally take too long) more and more people starting asking if I was pregnant, hence more and more people were learning about the surrogacy. These were all new friends and acquaintances, since we’d only lived in Alabama a few months. Luckily for me, I didn’t meet anyone who wasn’t interested, and kind, or who didn’t approve. At least not openly. There was even a mom in my new playgroup who had used a surrogate to deliver her own twins, who were now two years old. She and I were able to bond over this and it was fun for me to get her take on the situation, Her own surrogacy relationship had been a very healthy, successful one, and I think it was fun for her to get to re-live some of those memories through me, as well.

In the meantime, I continued to get better and better acquainted with my IM through telephone calls. We didn’t talk every day, but probably once or twice a week; maybe more if it was a week I had a doctor’s appointment. The more I got to know her, the more I liked her, and the happier it made me to hear her excitement about this pregnancy.