And I wait…

135 days. 19 weeks. 4 months. 3240 hours. That’s how long it’s been since I was matched with my very special IP’s. January 24th, 2017, I started this journey. Since that moment, it’s just been hurry up and wait.

I know I promised you updates. You could follow me on this journey. One that I have been thinking about and planning for the better part of ten years. Unfortunately, this is the boring part.

I’ve filled out countless papers, had tubes upon tubes of blood drawn, been hopped up on hormones, had a psychiatric evaluation and written countless emails. Yet, I still don’t know any more than I did on that day.

Insurance. They tell me the reason I have yet to transfer is, insurance. The average cost of delivery and hospital stay in a level 3 NICU can be upwards of $250,000 and that’s if things go well! That would be a huge financial burden, so I wait. I wait for final contracts to come through. Ones that we get signed and notarized by both parties. And I wait, for word that they’ll be shipping me a giant box of needles and medication I must stick in my bottom. All for the best possible oven for our little bun. After August 15th, they tell me. But really, that’s not much information.

I could be August 16th or it could just as easily be December 16th. When you’re dealing with lawyers that are over 6,000 miles away… there’s a bit of a break down when it comes to communication. My lawyer here assures me that things are moving along just as they should, but it’s still hard to wait.

The company I use has a Facebook page support group. Surrogates that are matched and are in various stages of their journeys. We build each other up, talk each other down and cheer each other on. We wear pineapples and green socks, send sticky dust and cross all crossable body parts for each other. It’s very important to have such a great support system when you are on this journey. There are different groups of girls who go for transfer together in California, or some have to transfer alone depending on doctors and schedules.

I watch these girls get matched months behind me and they go to transfer and have final contracts already. I am happy for them, don’t get me wrong. But it certainly stinks that I’m still waiting here. I have to keep reminding myself that it will happen in the perfect time for us. So many things factor in to make this perfect. I have Shaunta’s wedding to worry about, finishing classes and student teaching. This is all God’s way of making sure I do all of those things and still get to follow my dream.

So, there you have it. Not the grand report I’m sure you all were hoping for. But there will be plenty of time for that. Soon I’ll be complaining about heartburn, morning sickness and not being able to see my feet. And it will be worth it to see the look on my IP’s faces when they get to hold their little bundle of joy for the first time. When I get to make their dreams come true. For now, we will just have to hurry up and wait.