In Which Our heroine meets her happy ending

Five IVF attempts.
Four years.
Three egg donors.
Two surrogates.

One miracle baby.

Welcome to the world, Little One.  You are our dream come true.

In Which Our Heroine waits, and not with particular grace or patience

Today marks 38wks, 2 days.  We are so close.   One week from tomorrow Husband, Mama, Daddy and I are supposed to fly to California to meet Surrogate for her induction.

A week is no time!

A week is a VERY LONG TIME.

The other day Surrogate had what I thought were serious contractions, but they turned out to be Braxton-Hicks.  They stopped when she went to bed and cooled off thereafter.  And they never were closer together than eight minutes, and not too painful.  I had a few hours of excitement, but am now pretty much accepting the fact that it's going to take time.

Okay, perhaps "tolerating with great grumpiness" is a better descriptor.

Anyway, I will update when there is what to update.

Goodnight!

In Which Our Heroine is very, very impatient

Dear Readers,

I wish you all a Happy and Healthy New Year, and that 2014 is better than 2013.

I should be eager and excited right now.  We're thirty-six weeks, six days along.  Theoretically it's just a matter of time.  But here's the thing: I DON'T WANT TO WAIT.

I know it's ridiculous.  After four years, two and a half weeks should be a piece of cake.  But we're so very, very close.  And I'm still worried that something might happen, and we'll get some horrible call.

Also, I really want to meet this little girl!

Baby, please hurry up.