…but I’m not concerned.
No, really, it’s fine.
Since it’s not hers either.
Hmm? Backstory? Oh, fine…
As I may have mentioned once or a thousand times, we have a little girl who is the absolute light of my world. And as much as I want to have another one day, we’re really not ready right now. However, my wife loved being pregnant.
Add into that the fact that it took us years to become pregnant (it wasn’t until my wife had uterine surgery that she was able to conceive – wish we’d have known that when we were spending good money on unnecessary condoms). Infertility is an issue that hit very close to home, so my wife started talking about becoming a surrogate. We talked about it for several months, did all the necessary research, and decided to go for it. She started becoming active in the online surrogate community, and eventually we met up with a gay couple from New York (M&M, hereafter).
M&M had an egg donor in place, so two weeks ago my wife had two fertilized embryos (one fertilized by each of the guys) transferred. And over the weekend, the tests started coming up positive – she’s pregnant!
There is, of course, a lot more to this, but I’ll save the specifics for later. For the moment, I just wanted to “Woohoo!” a bit.
Coincidental Fact: My wife and I are both from the same hometown as Mary Beth Whitehead.