Kaleidoscope

I’ve been messing around with the belly shots we have taken weekly and have come up with a kaleidoscope of colors for the past weeks.  The baby bump is very deceiving sometimes as you will notice between the weeks.  Generally, if the bump looks big the picture was taken in the evening and if it looks small,  it was taken before I’d eaten three square meals a day plus snacks.

This weekend the cravings went beyond the Hostess cupcake…  I thought the world may come to an end if I didn’t get a tall iced glass of Sweet & Sour mix along with some crab rangoon.  It isn’t every day you tell your waitress you just want margarita mix, hold the tequila and triple sec then repeat several times before she walks away not to forget to hold the alcohol because you’re pregnant –with a baby that doesn’t belong to you and if she screws it up she is going to have an angry Salvadorian family to answer to.  She got the picture, AND I’m kidding, that last part only happened in my head.  I just got a hold of the crab rangoon this evening and so I’ll have to let you know how that one plays itself out. Have I mentioned that Bebe does not tend to like anything greasy or fried?  I’ll pay for it at around 3 a.m. and on that note my friends, good night and sweet dreams.

© Pocketbebe, 2010

Just Waiting…

Just waiting for our next appointment which is a little over 3 weeks away and it seems like it is a very long time from now. 

Bebe’s Blog:

Bebe is 14 weeks and will be 15 on Friday.  Bebe can now squint, frown, grimace, possibly suck his thumb, and pee! Yes, you heard me correctly.   Bebe’s kidneys are producing urine, which he/she releases into the amniotic fluid — a process Bebe will keep up until birth.  From head to bottom, Bebe measures 3 1/2 inches and he weighs 1 1/2 ounces, which is about the size of a lemon.  One blog I follow brilliantly pointed out that growing babies are constantly being referenced to fruits, LOL, Bebe fruit salad.  I’m fantastically jealous that I didn’t pick up on that sooner; you don’t know the things I could have done with that material.   Bebe is starting to develop an ultra-fine, downy covering of hair, called lanugo, all over his/her body.  Though the experts say I can’t feel Bebe’s movement yet, I at certain times can and have for several weeks now.  Most noticeably is when I flip from one side to the other side at night and Bebe doesn’t shift smoothly with me.  I can feel Bebe sliding away as if I pinched him/her into too tight of quarters.

My Time:

Breakfast today consisted of whole wheat toast with butter, a large banana, V8 juice, and a chocolate Hostess cupcake with a large glass of skim milk.  That is not a normal breakfast but Michelle talked me into buying the box of cupcakes yesterday when we hit the store to buy a wading pool for her and the dog and the dang things stayed on my mind through the entire night.  The minute the garage door shut and hubby pulled out of the drive with them all I felt like Peggy Bundy eating her bonbons.  I have also been on a kick of eating cinnamon raisin bagels with strawberry cream cheese. YUM! 

I unpacked my maternity clothing the other day and was thrilled to find a bunch of cute Gap pieces that I forgot having, my favorite being a jean skirt.  I have everything hung up in the closet now and it is getting de-wrinkled as best as possible.  There are only a few pieces of my normal clothing that still fits and the granny panties are now out in full force for the duration of this journey.

I have some belly photo shots I’ve been working on for you, so be looking for those in the next few days.  For now, I have to fold some laundry, dust the living room, take a shower, and stop at the store before doing preschool pickup.  I have 70 minutes, can I do it? 

© Pocketbebe, 2010

Growin’, Growin’, Growin’ (Sing it to The Black Eyed Peas beat)

That is exactly what Bebe has been doing!  Last week Lucy, Bebe, and I met in Tampa to hear and see just how Bebe was growing.

First stop was our birthing center where we did the initial visit and went over all the medical records, legalities, finances, and all that jazz.  Once all that was done Lucy and I (mostly me) was taught how to check my own urine for protein and sugars and how to record the results and my current weight in my chart; it is called patient participation.  After the full exam and culture we were able to hear Bebe’s heartbeat on the Doppler and it was nice and strong.  I asked at least twice what the heartbeat was but now I can’t remember (and Lucy is sleeping since it is her work week so I can’t verify).   It was a very good visit and kicked our prenatal care off to a good start.

After leaving the birthing center we headed straight to the perinatologist because Lucy wanted an ultrasound done and we were able to do the first trimester screen at the same time.  The screen was a combined ultrasound screen and blood test.  The blood testing measured the levels of plasma protein-A (PAPP-A) and human chorionic gonadotropin (hCG). Combined with the Nuchal Translucency test (ultrasound) that assesses the risk of having a baby with a chromosomal defect by measuring the clear space in Bebe’s neck, the perinatologist is able to identify if there is an increased risk of Down Syndrome, Trisomy 18, or congenital heart defects.  Bebe’s measurements were perfect!  Here is Bebe saying, “Hello Friends!”

Lucy, Ricky, and their family were really hoping they would be able to find out the sex of Bebe since we were having the ultrasound done at the perinatologist but Bebe wouldn’t even give them the chance because he/she was sitting indian style and was bouncing around like crazy.  It was probably still too early to see anything but a clear shot of the general area would have been the icing on the cake.  Last picture:

Our next appointment with the midwife and the perinatologist will be on May 17th and we will be 18 weeks pregnant.  The midwife visit will be a routine visit and the visit to the perinatologist will be for the second trimester screen.  Instead of doing the Multiple Marker Screening or the triple screen (blood test) that is most common in an OB/GYN setting, we will be doing the Stepwise Sequential Screening which will be another ultrasound that when combined with the first trimester screen and the quad marker test it will produce a highly accurate (90-95%) prediction of chromosomal abnormalities.  We will also be able to see if Bebe is a boy or a girl at that visit!!

So, this week we are working in the 13th week of pregnancy and that means we are now in the second trimester!  This weekend I was able to start back on my allergy medicine.  The pollen count is horrible right now and I was really feeling miserable.  Ever since the first dose of Claritin I have not felt queasy!  It feels wonderful to feel so good!

I’ve only tried four times to use the Doppler that Lucy sent because it is hard and it makes me really frustrated.  I’m getting better at it but I once I find Bebe’s heartbeat I can’t keep it long enough to record it.  I can find my own heartbeat clear as day which sits in the 70’s but finding Bebe’s whose rate is in 150’s is illusive.  I tried to do exactly what the midwife did, but I don’t get the same results. Big sigh….

Five long weeks until our next appointment, I’m going to have to start sharing my getting fat pictures with you since I won’t have anything new to show from Bebe unless I can keep the heartbeat long enough to record it.  This has been the first pregnancy that I haven’t really felt good consistently in the beginning and the first pregnancy that I made it to the second trimester without any weight gain.  Things have shifted, that is for sure but now will probably be the time I start growing my second booty butt, the added layer of back fat, third and fourth thighs, and my second chin.  Sweet!!

Growin’, Growin’, Growin’.  Let’s get it started in here!

© Pocketbebe, 2010

Livin’ On A Prayer (Special Easter Edition)

When I was going to school to become a cosmetologist we were told to never discuss the big three, the trifecta of client downfall: religion, politics, and sex.  I’ve never really been down with keeping quiet about tough subjects and eventually ended up working in a salon where all three were discussed openly and sometimes at length, it was awesome and kept things interesting.  Much more interesting than double knee surgeries, BM schedules, and hip replacements the Florida retiree set likes to chat nonstop about. 

While I certainly don’t agree with some people’s version of the truth and they have the right to not agree with mine, I am always fascinated to follow someone else’s train of thought that led them in forming their opinions and conclusions.  If I were the kind of person to put a bumper sticker on my car it would read, “Screw Taboo, Let’s Talk.”

Writing a personal blog is fun because it not only chronicles the events of my life during this surrogacy, I also get to share my opinions, beliefs, and my train of thought.  I get to choose my exact words, words like “crotch” that embarrass my mother and entertain others, as well as paint the picture of what I see and want you to know.  The reader audience then gets to decide if they want to read what I have to say.  Pretty cool system, eh?

So today I’m going to narrate the thought process I went through when I addressed gestational surrogacy in terms of God, my faith, and my church community.  In effort to keep a highly complex yet simple subject area condensed and to the best of my own ability coherent, I’m going to keep it short (ha ha)and directly related to gestational surrogacy while hopefully still contributing the right amount of detail to provide satisfaction.

God:

I believe God is the uncreated creator of the universe.  I believe that God knows everything and anything at all times.  I believe that God gives, sustains, and takes away life.  I believe He is just in those decisions even though it is incredibly hard on us.  I take seriously the responsibility to make decisions that are pleasing to God and that bring Him glory.  I also know that I sin constantly and fall short.  I believe and know that despite falling short that I still belong to God through what Christ did on the cross.  I love God and I fear God.  I ask God (God, Jesus, and the gift of the Holy Spirit) to be with me and guide me in my daily life and the decisions I am responsible to make.  I ask for forgivness and receive it when I repent.  I ask for discernment in the desires of my heart and for him to show me (through the words in the bible, the Godly people who surround me, strangers, events, circumstances, and my own personal relationship with Him) what He wants me to do.  

Faith:

Just because we have certain technology doesn’t mean we should always use it and just because we can’t physically do something ourselves doesn’t mean we shouldn’t seek alternatives or ask others for help.  There are a lot of areas in the world of infertility that I don’t find biblical and wouldn’t partake in but there are areas/procedures that I do think are within Godly limits.  The bible tells us that even before we were born He knew that we were meant to be.  I believe that even babies that are conceived and achieved through teen parents, drug addicts, rape victims, adoption, fertility treatments, in vitro, surrogates, and (in another one of my own experiences- hence the falling short I mentioned above) premarital sex with The Husband are still lives that God knew about, sustained, were meant to be, and have Godly purpose.  It may not always be for any reason we understand, “For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways,” declares the LORD (Isaiah 55:8).  These babies sometimes arrive surrounded by controversy and many times with consequence to those involved, good or bad sometimes (usually a combination of both) but nonetheless I believe they arrive by a force and a reason greater than us.  I can’t say I know for sure exactly what God thinks about my specific situation with Lucy and Ricky or gestational surrogacy in general anymore than you, my pastor, your pastor, or the Pope thinks they can. It isn’t an area that was mapped out by Him in exact detail for us to know.  I trust and have faith that my decision to be a gestational surrogate along with the decisions that govern my surrogacy agreement are biblically sound.

My Church Community:

Our church community is rather large and I’d say only a small minority even know who I am and what I am doing.  I know that as Bebe grows The Husband and I are going to be doing a lot more explaining on what exactly is going on. 

So far, I have been very blessed.  Anyone who has spoken to me directly has seemed to be sincere and respectful about what I am doing, although I don’t really know what is going on behind my back, lol.  At any rate, the feeling I get from most women in my church community is a mutual understanding of what it feels like to be a mom, what it felt like wanting to be a mom, and sometimes what form it takes to become a mom.  They have all seemed understanding of the desire of a parent to want that genetic link to their child even if that means that someone else has to do the carrying for them.  I am honored and thrilled to be in the presence of their friendship and the support for what I am doing is beyond words.  Having said that, it doesn’t mean ALL of them have come to the same conclusions I have.  Despite that, they still pray for me, laugh with me, cry with me, and love me.   

 Now, most people in our church community have wondered or asked what does the church think?

In the beginning I spoke to the current and past women’s ministry leaders about my desires and plans on becoming a surrogate.  Later I spoke to our head pastor in which I have always felt I’ve had a special relationship with.  His fatherly advice was that he didn’t desire for me to be a surrogate and it was hard to hear that as his personal opinion means a lot to me, but I also felt like I was being clearly called to be a surrogate.  Sidebar: I want to clarify that while I always felt spiritually driven to this decision, I did question myself (constantly) because I didn’t want to be deceived by my own heart or disobey the Lord.  Our church community is amazing and it means a lot to me and The Husband.  In talking with our head pastor I needed to know from a pastoral perspective if what I wanted to do and the specifics concerning the surrogacy was cause for church reprimand or violated moral code.  I wanted to know how the church would respond if someone marched up to the church office demanding to know if they knew what I was doing and what they thought of it.  I was told that my surrogacy situation was not immoral, that I (and my family) wouldn’t be cast from the church family, and in not these exact words that if anyone marched up to the office they would be told it wasn’t any of their concern.  Obviously, I was happy to have received that response.  Of all the risks I’ve assumed in this entire journey the consistency of the church position is actually the one that scares me the most and the one that continually sends me to my knees. 

I want and desire to live a life that is rooted in the Lord because that is the life that will bring me satisfaction and provide the grace I need.  I thought our pastor summed it up well when speaking to the teens about when they make plans for their lives if their plans don’t include God, Jesus, or the church they might as well run head on into a concrete wall and hope they don’t hurt themselves too much in the process.  I spent too many years of my life running head on into that concrete wall, hurting myself and then trying to figure out how to repair the damage.  Navigating God’s plans for my life usually are never clear cut, never make perfect sense and sometimes they are downright hard but I know that living for Him and the growth I see from the constant conversion of my heart in the process leaves me feeling more fulfilled and gives me more freedom than I could have ever imagined and that is why, in all the areas mentioned above, I really needed to take the notion of doing a surrogacy so seriously.

© Pocketbebe, 2010

Bebe Bumps

Hola amigos!  This is week eleven. Whoo-whoo! 

Bebe’s Blog:

I’ve felt some baby bumps this past week.  I think Bebe is practicing the backstroke or maybe even some freestyle in there but hasn’t quite perfected the art of the flip-turn yet.  The size of the pool is growing but Bebe is keeping up his/her own growth at the same rate.

This is what Bebe is looking like this week:

Bebe is about 1 ½ inches long and is about the size of a fig.  I wasn’t really sure what a fig looked like so I googled it and this is what google images came up with:

 

Bebe’s hands will soon open and close into fists, tiny tooth buds are beginning to appear under her gums, and some of the bones are beginning to harden.  Bebe is kicking, stretching, and moving around effortlessly.  Bebe can now hiccup because his/her diaphragm is forming.

Lucy ordered a fetal Doppler that should arrive sometime tomorrow and I am beyond excited to try and find the heartbeat.  We haven’t seen or heard Bebe since week 8 at the fertility clinic in Tampa.  I hope I will be able to locate Bebe, I’m going to start off by aiming for the bottom left corner of my tummy in the fashion the doctors have always done during my own pregnancies.  She told me the Doppler has the ability to plug into the computer so I can record the session and send it to them. I imagine we will do lots of live sessions but that I will also do a lot of recordings so Lucy, Ricky, and Little Ricky can enjoy them together during their specials times. 

My Time:

So, as of this Friday the weaning will be over and I will no longer be on progesterone capsules or injections!  Yeah, baby!  I am up to four Sharps containers and I went to the landfill last week (when I cleaned out the little girls’ room and pretty much threw away everything they owned.  Including their collection of Chinese manufactured piece of crap McDonald’s toys that of course were declared as their “Absolute FA-VO-RI-TE toys.”  Whatever, they hit the dumpster with flying colors). Anyway, my point was that while I was there I scoped out what I needed to do when I brought the Sharps containers for disposal.  I was told I’d go to the office and they would have ME dispose of them.  I got the feeling no dump employee would be actually be touching the sealed containers themselves so that was a little disappointing, what about my scrap book ya’ll? But, we will just see how it all goes down and trust me that I will get some sort of satisfying photo out of the deal.  I am just going to take a second to toot my own horn and The Husbands by saying that I am SO incredibly proud of the both of us. Myself for receiving a daily injection for over 14 weeks straight and of him for giving them to me night after night even though he hated every jab, flinch, lump, and bruise he had to be a witness to.

I have been feeling better by the day and I am so excited to be getting to the point of pregnancy that I remember loving.  It is hard to tell how much the drugs played into the nausea or if it was just Bebe developing.  I am glad that it is going away and that my friend AK also had a Lone Ranger of a Sea Band that she gave to me after I posted the last blog post.  Can you believe her lone Sea Band was also gray?  So, now with the complete set I am feeling better even though I look like I’m ready to sweat it out to the oldies with some 1980’s wrist bands on. Yeah, I look stupid.

Sleep is starting to become a problem. I can still hardly stay up past ten but I wake up to go to the bathroom around 3:30 am and then can’t get back to sleep until around 5.  I think part of that has to do with the weaning of the sleep-inducing hormone progesterone. The extra dosages aren’t keeping me feeling like I need to nap after every little activity; that is good and I guess a little bad.  However, I am starting to have very bitter feelings toward our dog who seems to sleep though anything- that bi**h! Pun intended. Ha, ha, ha.  Picture of the girl more relaxed and sleeping better than I will be for the foreseeable future.

Broken sleep or not, so happy Bebe is growing and developing.

© Pocketbebe, 2010

LIFE (like the 11 part series on Discovery but 29 weeks longer)

Well hello there, long time no chat!  Things are moving right along and I have a lot of catching up to do for you!

Bebe’s Blog:

Two developmental weeks have gone by since I blogged last.  A week ago Bebe was nine weeks old and looked like this:

and was the size of a grape (the red one, Bebe is not a runt!)

 

At 9 weeks Bebe was about an inch long and started to look more human. Essential body parts were all in place even though they’ll be fine-tuned and fully developed in the coming months. Baby’s heart finished dividing into four chambers during the week and the valves started to form — along with Bebe’s tiny teeth. The embryonic “tail” is completely gone and Bebe’s organs, muscles, and nerves were kicking into gear. The external sex organs are there but won’t be distinguishable as male or female for another few weeks and while the eyes are fully formed, Bebe’s eyelids are fused shut and won’t open until 27 weeks. Bebe has tiny earlobes, and mouth, nose, and nostrils are more distinct. The placenta is developed enough now to take over most of the critical job of producing hormones (hence the weaning of the artificial hormones!!). Grow Bebe, grow!

This current week is week 10 and as of right now Bebe looks like this:

Amazing that at only ten weeks Bebe has now completed the most critical portion of his/her development. The pregnancy is ¼ over with ¾ remaining, we have counted down 10 out of 40 weeks.  This is the beginning of the fetal period, a time when the tissues and organs in Bebe’s body rapidly grow and mature.

Bebe is swallowing fluid and kicking up a storm. Vital organs — including kidneys, intestines, brain, and liver (now making red blood cells in place of the disappearing yolk sac).  Bebe has tiny nails forming on his/her fingers and toes (no more webbing) and peach-fuzz hair beginning to grow on tender skin.  Bebe’s limbs can bend now. The outline of the spine is clearly visible through translucent skin, and spinal nerves are beginning to stretch out from the spinal cord.  Bebe’s forehead temporarily bulges with his developing brain and sits very high on his head, which measures half the length of his/her body.

My Time:

I’ve started weaning off the medications and so far that has been good, I was worried I might have some cramping and spotting.  Fingers crossed it continues to be uneventful.  Listed below is the weaning schedule from nurse YC in Miami:

3/19/2010: STOP patches. Estradiol tablets 1 pill every night. Progesterone vaginal capsules 1 every morning and 1 every evening. Progesterone in oil ½ cc every night. Continue baby aspirin and prenatal vitamins. 

3/26/2010: STOP estradiol pills. Progesterone vaginal capsules one every evening before bedtime. Progesterone in oil ½ cc every other day.Continue Prenatal Vitamins and Baby Aspirin 

 4/02/2010: STOP baby Aspirin,  STOP progesterone in oil, STOP progesterone vaginal capsules. Continue prenatal vitamins!!!!

Lucy has started her regimen to begin getting her body to be ready to breastfeed Bebe when he/she arrives in October.  Information that she found is located here under breastfeeding protocols. 

Last week I went on a two night three day field trip to Tallahassee to study the state government with my daughter’s fifth grade class.  Some of the highlights included watching the kids do a mock trial in the Supreme Court House, visiting a Florida history museum, IMAX film on ocean life, both the old and new Florida State Capitol buildings, and the never to be forgotten school bus breakdown in Georgia after visiting a plantation.  Good times, good times.

 I managed not to gag or throw up in front of anyone and that was in part to a little something called Sea Bands that I wore nonstop.  I didn’t ride the school bus very often but when I did, even the Sea Bands couldn’t keep the queasy away nor did they help any during the IMAX film BUT they did allow me to get myself out of bed in the morning at the booty crack of dawn.  Since I’ve gotten home, the pit of disaster (laundry, toys, and/or dog), has swallowed one of the precious Sea Bands whole and now I only have one,  which renders it useless.  Here is a picture of the Lone Ranger that didn’t help keep the allergy drip down this morning.  I guess it is back to CVS and another ten spot to keep me moving along.

This is the first pregnancy that I have felt this queasy this constantly and there is much deliberation going on in my mind because of it, is it the fertility medication? Is it because I might be carrying a boy this time instead of having a fourth girl pregnancy?  Is it because I have gotten more sensitive to pollen and environmental allergies over the past years?  Age?  What it is, is the million dollar question!  Ideas anyone?

© Pocketbebe, 2010

Taking Care of Business

Bebe’s Blog:

Monday was our last appointment at the Tampa fertility clinic! Yay!!!  The appointment was for an ultrasound and we were able to see Bebe with his/her beating heart.  I have a still picture for you but it is really hard to see anything.  Bebe really looks like a gummy bear with its little arm and leg buds sticking out of its little body.  When you see the beating heart it seems like it takes over the whole body area.  Both Lucy and I tried to get video but it didn’t happen this time.  We just expected the tech to leave the scan on a loop like she did last time when she left the room and when we asked about it we were not so nicely told we were out of luck.  We did attempt to decode the ultrasound keyboard ourselves and recall the directions the tech had given to the trainee about the video during the ultrasound but we were both too scared that we would end up erasing the entire session that we kept our hands to ourselves.   

Bebe’s head is at the bottom by the arrow.

We toured two birthing centers, one hospital based birthing center, and a combined practice of midwives and OB/GYN’s that deliver at the hospital based birthing center.  Coming into the surrogacy arrangement Lucy, Ricky, and I had different ideas and different perspectives about what kind of prenatal care and delivery location was the best and I’m not going to say that getting to the final decision was a piece of cake on anyone’s part, but on Monday as Lucy and I went on all the tours and spoke with everyone it just fell into place. 

The last birthing center we visited and the practice of midwives that delivered at the hospital were both great and the next day Lucy said she’d be fine with either one but did have a preference after going home and researching more.  I had gone home after our day, got my injection, and was basically passed out within moments, so I hadn’t been able to wrap my head around a choice yet.  It ended up that she really liked the last birthing center and the way they handled things if Bebe and I needed to have care transferred to an OB mid-pregnancy or to a hospital during delivery.  It was neat to read later the extra research Lucy had found on the birthing center and how it is an extension of a Christian based pregnancy center program geared toward teen mothers with emphasis on the sanctity of life.  I was thrilled at the choice for our care and the chance through the pregnancy to support two ministries that I personally hold close to my heart and devote time to.  In hindsight God clearly had a hand in where we ended up that day and I only regret that we hadn’t come together in prayer and relied on Him the entire time we grappled with all the options.  Oh, how much easier it always is when I rely on Him and how easily I tend to forget that.

My Time:

I forgot about pregnancy dreams and how that is possible I don’t even know, those vivid little scenes that haunt my sleep, pry into the deep ends of my subconscious and ruin my much needed beauty rest.  I don’t know why but they are never vivid dreams full of sunshine, rainbows and butterflies, they are always scary, heart pounding, adrenaline pumping horrors.  The last one I can remember in detail was a dream where my four-year-old daughter was in one of those carnival swing rides and the riders would swing out over a body of water when the ride was in motion.  I stood at the rail and watched as her chair tipped forward while the flimsy chain did nothing to hold her petite little frame in the chair and she slipped out and went head first into the water.  I dove in to save her and that is when I woke up with enough adrenaline induced strength to lift a small car over my head and throw it had I wanted or needed to.  This is a part of pregnancy that I don’t love, it creeps me out.

This is totally unrelated but Lucy signed me up to receive several emails from different sights and one I got in my email today from Parents.com was titled: Pregnancy Bitchiness – Are you a Sufferer?  Seriously?? I’m sure the article is spot on and yes, I am a sufferer but isn’t it kind of sad that curse words have replaced couth in parenting publications?  

To end the day on a good note, I actually made dinner and cooked the meat without gagging or dry heaving in the trash can.  Not only did I cook it, I ate it.  Many times I’m so grossed out after cooking food while pregnant that I can’t even enjoy it, but tonight was an exception!  I don’t know the process but I know that by April 3rd I will be weaned off all fertility medication, so praises there too!

Bebe Bits & Disclaimers

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 5th, 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.

  

Bebe Portraits

Tuesday was exciting because it was the very first ultrasound to see Bebe!  Lucy and Ricky flew to Tampa and our appointment was at 1:15.  It has been confirmed that there is only one bebe growing and its heart was beating at a beautiful 121 beats a minute.  Below is the video and I’ve tried to guide you to the general area by the way of the box.

 Bebe was six weeks and four days old during the ultrasound and this is a more accurate representation of what bebe actually looks like.

 The next ultrasound is scheduled for March 8th and once we reach ten weeks I will begin to wean off the medications and will be released from the fertility clinics. 

Last week I was able to make the switch from progesterone vaginal suppositories to progesterone vaginal capsules.  The suppositories are super nasty yuk and the minute you insert them they melt.  Once they melt you spend the rest of the day (until you get to insert your second dose and start all over again) with a snotty progesterone drip that in my case decided to chemically eat away at my sensitive skin down in Lady Town.  The capsules couldn’t arrive quickly enough and thankfully Lucy had gotten Freedom to make it so I didn’t have to sign for them.  Needless to say, anything would have been better than the vaginal suppositories.  I will even go as far to say I’d rather do a double dose of the progesterone injection before utilizing the suppositories ever again, but the capsules are my new best friend and we compliment each other well.  Once they melt they tend to stay put minus a few granules of powder here and there- so, in my humble opinion if you have the choice, you want capsules verses the suppositories; don’t suffer needlessly, your very own Lady Town will thank you.

Until next time when I come up with more handy dandy information to share with you about my private parts, I bid ye farewell.

© Pocketbebe, 2010

Dollars & Sense

Oh, Snap.  I’m really going there.

PART I: Surrogate’s Perspective

I think it is part of our nature to be curious about things, figure out how things work.  Some things can be easy to understand, the black and white of our lives while the more complicated gray areas require us to take pause and sometimes gather knowledge prior to declaring our stance on an issue.  I remember some of the times when I’ve failed to gather information, ponder, and understand the issue at hand prior to running my mouth; I often made judgmental, insensitive remarks and essentially made an ass of myself.  Unfortunately, surrogacy isn’t only about carrying a baby for someone else; it also encompasses addressing the critics.  So, why I feel this post teeters on the line of being tacky, I write it to those who are generally curious to understand the difference between what is called a altruistic surrogacy and a reimbursed/compensated surrogacy, not to those who stand with puffed up chests spouting off hurtful comments that surrogates are baby sellers and only carry babies for monetary gain. 

First, let me explain that surrogacy tends to have a few confusing use of words that are commonly used and that while surrogacy is a gift, it is also a job.  It is considered a job in that a surrogate is required and expected to do certain things that they themselves agree to, but not in the way that you receive a W2 or a 1099-MISC at the end the calendar year.  Surrogates, surrogate agencies, and lawyers actually do themselves a disservice sometimes by adding to culture’s misunderstandings of surrogacy by using the word “compensation” for what is really termed “reimbursement.”  The legal contracts of most surrogates will contain something along similar lines:

                “It is the intention of the parties herein that any reimbursements made to the surrogate is not considered payment of fees or compensation.  The parties understand that all monies paid to the surrogate hereunder is in the form of reimbursements for her expenses, time, inconvenience and pain and suffering; and , also as support for the yet unborn child and delivery of same and the surrogate’s expenses related to the same.  Surrogate is not an employee of the IP and because she is not being paid fees or compensation she does not qualify as an independent contractor requiring a 1099 tax form and reporting.”

Truly, there really is no such thing as an altruistic surrogacy so for the most part when someone speaks of doing an altruistic surrogacy they mean the intended parents (IP’s) are only paying for costs associated with medical care and legal work.  A “reimbursed” surrogacy is where the surrogate is reimbursed for medical expenses, legal expenses, other expenses, time, inconvenience, and pain & suffering.  Every surrogacy contract is as unique as a snowflake and differs in many ways, all depending on the IP’s and the surrogate’s beliefs and boundaries.  Most commonly there are two sections that cover the reimbursements in a contract; the first one is Special Procedure/Events.  This category represents (with individual dollar amounts) what a surrogate will be “reimbursed” should certain procedures need to occur.  Some examples of things that may appear in this area would be: amniocentesis, selective reduction, miscarriage, abortion, multiple pregnancies, cesarean birth, maternity clothing, life insurance policy costs, lost wages, and loss of reproductive organs.  The second category, Living Expenses, means those expenses incurred by the surrogate during the term of the agreement that are necessary to provide for or assist in meeting her regular living expenses.  This financial number is the larger number that partially covers the surrogate’s existence from the time of a positive pregnancy test to the delivery.  It also covers the time (physicians visits, pharmacy visits, driving time – I am a three hour round trip to our fertility clinic and delivery destination), inconvenience ( vaginal progesterone suppositories), pain & suffering (delivery –vaginal or c-section, injections, side effects of fertility medication, swollen feet, heartburn, sitting on the toilet for over 30 minutes when constipation hits, etc.), and expenses like paying for childcare to attend appointments.

I imagine the “Living Expenses” category and the number associated with it is where people outside of the surrogate community decide to pass their judgment.  Let me clarify that unless you are a surrogate for Sarah Jessica Parker or some other financially wealthy intended parent who decides to gift you gobs of money outside your legal contract for carrying their baby, you are not going to walk away from doing a surrogacy having received in cash more than what you gave emotionally and physically to the entire process.  Anyone watch when the Little Couple from TLC went to the surrogacy center in California and the cost it was going to be to them to use that agency?  Outrageous!  The agency is the one benefiting financially from that arrangement.  Another misconception is that surrogates receive a big lump sum of money like when someone hits the jackpot in the state lottery, it simply isn’t so.  A good lawyer working for the IP’s will make sure that reimbursements are dispersed in increments as the pregnancy progresses and as the surrogate upholds her responsibilities.

There is usually a range that can be requested by surrogates depending on whether they are experienced or not.  The range is also different between traditional surrogates and gestational surrogates.  A first time gestational surrogate can usually have a base “Living Expense” reimbursement up to $25,000 to $30,000, though it is usually much lower around 15,000 to 22,000.  An experienced surrogate can ask for more should she desire as she has shown success with fertility treatments and her body’s abilities.   

I am doing a reimbursed surrogacy and the question I’ve gotten is, “Do I feel it is morally wrong to ask for reimbursement?” The answer now and from the beginning is no.  A surrogacy is something I wanted to do to help someone have a child but is also something I am not able to do without help.  I don’t have the extra resources necessary for the wear and tear to my vehicle to drive to Tampa for appointments (sometimes weekly), the fuel for vehicle, childcare for my kids for appointments, the trips to Miami. My time is valuable to my family and while I balance it as well as I can between work for our own business, my children and their activities, and volunteering my time, taking on the magnitude of responsibility required to do a surrogacy isn’t something I can justify doing without reimbursement.   

Would we ever dare ask an athlete who has been blessed with certain physical abilities to play a potentially dangerous sport without receiving something to benefit his time spent in preparation for his sport or time away from his family?  While a teacher doesn’t teach because they receive a large salary, do we ask them to endure all they have to endure in a day because they are supposed to love children and if you love children shouldn’t you want to help them without reimbursement?  The preacher works right in the house of God, for God, do we make him feel like he should care for all the needs of the congregation as a volunteer?

At any rate, I can only speak for my motivations as a surrogate and why my contract looks the way it does.  I hope this post has helped demystify some of the things that transpire in the surrogate community along with satisfying the curiosity that tends to manifest within all of us.  I’ll never forget the day so many years ago when Kate Gosselin showed her midsection (pre tummy tuck), much to my curious satisfaction, on their show; I was so happy Kate had the cojones to “go there” and address what it was that everyone really wanted to know anyway.

PART II: Intended Mother’s Perspective

Jaymee Giddings is an intended mother who kindly is letting me republish an entire post from her blog titled, Our Surrogacy Adventure.  I began following Jaymee as I started on my own adventure in fall of 2008.  The surrogate, Bump Fairy, that wrote Jaymee asking the question below has since then ended up on her second surrogacy journey as Jaymee’s surrogate!   Thanks ladies for sharing and many blessings on your journey. 

Bump Fairy wrote:

Jaymee, you speak so highly of surrogates. How do you feel about the compensation aspect? I’d love it if you could post your thoughts, as an IM, on that issue. Being called a “back alley baby seller” never feels good, and from my seat it feels like people suck all of the good out of the journey just because of that one detail, as if it is not a good thing unless it is “free”. But the people speaking those words have never been in your shoes, I wonder how it is viewed from your side?

Wow, are you sure you would not just like to know the meaning of life?

It would be wonderful to live in a world where everything was free, time ran as fast or as slow as we needed, and every problem could be solved with a hug and a kiss. Unfortunately, we live in a world where everything, including the air at the gas station, costs money. We as a society have agreed that the paper with dead white guys on it is how we are going to trade goods and services, and yet somehow we have made it something dirty when it comes to particular goods and services. I guess I could give my surrogate a $25,000 piece of jewelry, like a friend of mine received from her husband after the birth of their first child. That would then really feel like buying a baby and what a more degrading way than with something bright and shiny like you use to distract small children.

For me the compensation came down to taking an honest look at what money was being paid out and what that money was for. Reality is that being pregnant costs money, you eat more, you need new clothes, you need more help with you own children, you have to travel to doctors’ offices and worse you have to sit in doctors’ offices. Then there is the physical toll that pregnancy takes on the body, weight gain, swelling, being uncomfortable, heartburn, hemorrhoids, morning sickness, not seeing your feet, loss of sleep, limited mobility, and a thousand other things. Of course, there is the big pink elephant on roller skates in the middle of the room, the baby/ies have to get out, and that is something that is not pretty, I saw the film in health class and that is some serious pain and suffering. Of course, this would be assuming that she was getting pregnant the “old fashioned way”, which is not how this works. So add to all that the injections (done by her significant other or herself), hormone overloads, and all the other lovely things that come along with regular infertility treatments. Now tell me that you would be willing do that for free for a stranger.

In making, my decisions throughout this process I have tried to put myself in the shoes of our future surrogate. This is hard to do at times, because I have never been pregnant and cannot fully appreciate what pregnancy is like. I consider myself to be a very generous person, I give to charity, donate my time, and think nothing of going out of my way to help others, but short of doing this for my sister (and even then there would have to be some really nice Christmas presents) I would never put myself through all that for nothing. Sure, the knowing that I helped fulfill someone’s life dream would be an amazing feeling, but realistically I do not think that many people are that altruistic.

This is Joe-bob and mine’s child who is lucky enough to have another woman willing to get them through the gestation period. This is going to sound like I am insane but bear with me for a moment. As a teenager, I was clinically depressed and my parents, who loved me more than anything, sent me to a boarding school where people could help me in a way that my parents were unable to at the time. Those people were paid to care for me when my parents were unable to, and nobody would expect it to have been any other way. I am unable to care for our child through gestation so we are sending it to someone who can. I do not see any difference in me going to boarding school and using a surrogate. Maybe I am stretching it here but I really see these things as analogous.

What our surrogate will give to us is something that no amount of money could ever repay. How much is the appropriate amount for a dream? So realistically, the compensation that she is getting is simply for her pain and suffering, and I believe that she deserves every penny.  At least this way I do not feel the need to follow her around for the rest of her life laying rose petals at her feet or erect a temple in her honor.

In reality, she is not just giving us the chance to be parents. Going through this process is giving us the chance to heal from years of disappointment, intense pain, and so many moments of agony. Infertility takes away so much of your dignity, self-respect, confidence, trust and faith in humanity; it makes you bitter and makes the world a horrible place to live.

Before we started this process, I did a lot of work on myself. Bringing all the pain and hurt of infertility into a surrogacy takes away from the beauty of the process. If you are going to be jealous of your surrogate and think that you are less of a woman, because another woman is carrying your child then you and your surrogate are in for a very long journey. From what I have seen of others’ experiences it is these feelings that lead to misery for everyone involved. This is not a process for the weak; you have to know who you are and where your limits are to get through this, which goes for both parties. People are going to question what you are doing and say some of the most horrible things you have ever heard straight to your face. That is why being in this for just the money will never work; there is not enough money in the world to make anyone go through what surrogacy asks of you. It is a beautiful and amazing way to begin a family. It is also difficult and emotionally draining.

Bump Fairy, I hope this answered your question. Thank you for all the love and support you have given me through this process, you truly are an amazing woman.

© Pocketbebe, 2010

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