Magic Rug

 Hello, friends!

Everything in life is a Disney metaphor.

Hope you all had a great Thanksgiving.  As difficult as 2020 has been, I do believe it’s made us re-evaluate our lives and realize what we’re truly thankful for.  At least it has for me. 

Thanksgiving with the Kids and their mom (my little sis)

 Anyways, quick, brief update:

 

As many of you know, our transfer occurred on November 20^th.  (A little later than the original date of November 16th because of a minor hiccup).  This procedure is where the doctors at Wisconsin Fertility Institute takes one of our embryos and inserts it into our surrogate (more or less).  Our doctors said it all went beautifully.  We have been waiting the last ten days to see if the embryo “has stuck” (more or less) and if a viable pregnancy has sprouted.  The waiting has been nerve-racking.  But we finally got word this past Monday the news…

Great news!

 

Drum roll please….

 

Our surrogate is officially pregnant with our baby!  Yaaaassss!  We’re gonna be Dads!

 

She’s due August 8^th, 2021.  It’s truly awesome and a dream come true!

Best email ever?!

 

And yet…I still feel like the rug will be swept out from under us.  Always.  I’m trying to not get my hopes up.  I feel like something will happen.  What if the doctors are mistaken?  What if she has a miscarriage?  What if we suddenly can’t afford this and they take our baby away?  What if COVID effs up more shiznit?!  In fact, we got an email a week ago about how our surrogate was having some issues with her progesterone injections and she was having a fever and some swelling at the injection site…They were about to switch her to “private parts progesterone” (I’m not gonna say that “vaginal” word) but I think her medication ended up working.  But still!  Very worrisome.  I was waiting for that rug to be pulled right out from under me.  This whole journey has been wrought with worrying really.  Since the beginning, with every step, there’s been the fear that something will happen.  Something will end this journey.  SOMETHING will wake us up.  I was telling my friend that even extracting my semen was a stressful event.  Would there be enough and would it be virile enough?  Would a doctor come barging through the door and catch me with my pants down?!  Once again, waiting for that rug to be pulled.  Straight, fertile people simply have to have some fun, careless sex and “Voila”…An infant!  Heck they can even bang a stranger in a one-night stand and never see that person again and not even know they’re pregnant until they puke up their Egg McMuffin one morning and still produce a human being.  LoL.  No worries.  No rug.

Jakey's gonna be an uncle....No, wait.  A cousin.  LoL.

 

Anyways, if you know me, you’d know though that I am pretty good at not worrying too much.  I am an expert in compartmentalizing.  It’s a product of my childhood trauma (and probably also growing up gay).  I’m not a very emotional person.  Like at all.  Sometimes I feel like I don’t feel feelings.  Which can be good in this situation. 

Oh, just another bill.  See me not worrying?!

 

But the problem with not worrying at all is that you become sort of numb to the whole journey.  I can also be very nonchalant about everything.  I’m adept at being content and detached and indifferent.  I’m worried about the rug being pulled…Though I know that I’ll probably end up back on my feet, like a cat, brush my shoulders off, ready to go and continue on my adventure.  I guess you can call that…Hopeful.  So…What, me worry?  Hell no.  I’m Alfred E. Neuman.  No human emotions here!

Future Babysitters :-)

 

Starting today, I’m going to try to look at this journey not like there’s going to be a rug pulled out from under me but as a magic carpet ride.  I’m going to enjoy everything.  The ups and downs.  The side-to-sides.  The cork screws.  The over sideways and under!  If I’m feeling worry or fear, I’m going to try my darnedest to feel those.  If I’m feeling happy and excited, I’m going to feel those too.  Don’t you dare close your eyes.  Hold your breath, it gets better.  You know the song.  

Hazel's the other adventure in my life...

 

So…I’m not going to worry about something terrible happening.  Er…Yes, I will.  But I’ll accept and relish in that worry.  I won’t get worried about it if I do feel worried.  Got it?  Cause I don’t!

 

Well, that’s it friends.  Adan and I are thrilled.  And cautious.  Like a loyal steed, we’ll keep you in the loop on this Whole New World we’re flying through.

Well, 2020 did end up having some good news ;-)

 

Joe’s out!

 

P.S.  There have been a plethora of other happenings…Like a frustrating, disappointing Zoom call with our surrogate and a somewhat shocking mileage bill from our surrogate.  We also took out another loan to help us pay for this dang child and we also signed up our surrogate for an insurance with the help of Obamacare (thankful it’s still available!)  But I simply don’t have the time to write about these happenings.  Sorry!  Let’s get a glass of wine and I can give you all the tea! 

 

P.S.S.  I need your help!  I’d like to get our surrogate a little gift.  Perhaps something like this Bump Box from Amazon for the 1^st Trimester.  However, I thought maybe giving something from the heart might be better?  All y’all pregnant ladies and/or moms, comment here or on social media any great tools, resources, lotions, foods, self-care items, or health supplements or whatever that you used during your 1^st trimester.  Let me know how it helped.  I can write a little hand-written note with the gift and not only explain each item but also describe how I know the person who gave me the idea for the item.  Hope that makes sense.  Help me out girls!