Pocket Bebe

What a week blog world, what a week.  On top of spending the first ten minutes of every morning gagging from the mingling of allergy related postnasal drip and the existence of Bebe, the week was devoted to finally getting all the business and personal information to the accountant so we can get our taxes done.  In years past this day usually involved at least a few full glasses of wine but this year I sit in blissful silence (The Husband took the two little girls on a special outing and the oldest is in her room reading) and feel happy to be writing you. 

So, I’ve been contemplating on how to continue writing this blog as I seem to have a split readership.  Besides my family and friends, Lucy and Ricky have their family and friends and then there are fellow surrogates and intended parents who read also.  The fact that anyone bothers to read this other than Lucy blows me away and I thank you, thank you, thank you all for that.  However, it does make me cringe a little when I write about ALL the medical aspects and happenings to my “Lady Town” when I know my dad or some unsuspecting family member of Lucy’s from Germany is reading the blog and may be getting more than they bargained for.  Believe me, I never suspected when starting this blog that I’d have so much crotch talk going on, but I want to continue it because I can only wish I’d come across a blog that told me there was such a thing as progesterone capsules AND that they were 100% better than progesterone suppositories.  I find it to be my calling and my duty to not back track now. Fellow surrogates, I do it for you (I’m giving you the secret surrogate salute and holding high a glass full of sparkling white grape juice).  I know, I’m a lot like that middle daughter of mine, I can’t help myself.

I’ve decided to always give you Bebe’s update first and then below that will be my section of ramblings.  Here is your disclaimer now:  In an effort to present the most complete version of this journey I may at times focus a lot of talk on my private parts.  This talk may not be suitable for certain readers and especially those who may not enjoy graphic detailing of all that may, can, and will occur during fertility treatments, pregnancy, and childbirth.  While I believe I am hilariously witty and find this all fascinating I know that a certain percentage of my reader population may not.  In an effort to spare you unpleasant thoughts that may linger further into the future than you may appreciate or anticipate, you will from now on find this warning “CROTCH WATCH” posted prior to any information you may find potentially disturbing and/or life altering.  Anything you read after said warning is read at your own risk.

Bebe’s Blog

Last week Bebe was 7 weeks old.

And the size of a blueberry.

Bebe’s hands and feet started to develop along with little eyelid folds.  Both sides of Bebe’s brain is growing and the liver is making red blood cells until bone marrow forms and takes over doing that job.  The appendix and pancreas is formed and a loop in the growing intestines is turning into the umbilical cord which now has blood vessels to carry oxygen and nutrients to and from Bebe’s body.

As of today, March 5^th, Bebe is 8 weeks old and looks kinda like this:

Bebe has webbed fingers and toes and the eyelids almost cover both eyes.  Breathing tubes are being developed down the throat and into the lungs and primitive neural pathways are being formed in the brain.  Bebe is the size of a kidney bean and is constantly moving and shifting.

We will get to see an ultrasound picture of Bebe again on Monday and by then Bebe will be 8 weeks 3 days old.

Keep growing little one!

My Time:

Health wise I am feeling really good.  Other than feeling tired and the gagging that started this week I don’t have a lot to complain about. Yet…  I’m going to email Miami soon to find out what a tentative weaning schedule for the meds looks like because I am so done and over the Progesterone injections.  I want to start counting down.  As of today I know I will need to be on them for at least two more weeks, but I need a finish line to focus on.  I’ve decided when I am finished I am going to take all three of my sharps containers to the dump (which is a designated sharps location) and take a picture of the dump employee holding the containers for my scrapbook.  It’s the simple things in life that make me smile.

CROTCH WATCH:  The boobs are starting to take on a life of their own and while they look nice and full they are similar to an exhibit at a museum, there to taunt captivated viewers but off limits to touch.  As of the first ultrasound the ban on intercourse has been lifted and for those partners of surrogates-to-be, that totaled 28 days of a sex free life.  Gasp, gulp.  There was no physician enforced abstaining prior to the transfer since my husband had previously been man enough to brave the outpatient clinic for a little rubber band and scalpel time.  According to my current (semi legalistic) bible study book, Lies Women Believe and the Truth That Sets Them Free, we are terrible sinners for that decision, even hell worthy in some religions but we aren’t sweating it too much cause we “gotta have faith, faith, faith,” or at least repent and accept “grace, grace, grace,” if Nancy Leigh DeMoss indeed speaks the absolute truth in her book.  She also claims that “natural family planning is the mother of abortion,” chew on that Catholic believers. Whoo-doggies.  I’m tired, hungry, and getting a little silly (who quotes George Michael or Nancy DeMoss these days?), time to exit the blog and go watch Tosh.O.