Meeting my surrogate

Sadly, I've missed International Delurking Week by a mile. Its nice to have a legitimate excuse to ask people to delurk and its even nicer when some of you do so. I've got one of those blogs where the proportion of commentors to readers is microscopic- I'm clearly not one of the writers whose writings make people inclined to emerge from the shadows and say something, and I have to say, I'm madly jealous of those who are! But still, I'm so glad there are people who come here to read, you make me feel good. And even if it is a week or two late, I hope some of you delurk in the spirit of International Delurking Week.

Things have been happening to relieve the limbo. My green card petition was approved! This one is through the horribly long process, which means I may end up getting it in 2016, still that fits in nicely with my plans, assuming I get to make a baby. The petition that gives it to you immediately is still under scrutiny, I kind of want it to pass too, because it gives me the freedom of choice.

In my last post, I had mentioned I was afraid to find out about the surrogate, mainly because I thought I would find major fault with whoever got picked- mostly because how the heck can you trust somebody to do something so freaking important? Because of that, I delayed finding anything about her and meeting her for as long as possible, but finally, it was time to sign the contracts, because the process is almost ready to begin.

My parents and I met her, and her 'handler' yesterday. Just FYI, here is how things work in India- the surrogate is from a lower economic strata, and the handler is a woman who has previously been a surrogate, who lives in her neighborhood, checks up on her, takes her to her doctors visists, and who guides her through the whole process, based on the familiarity with the system and the process.

The handler also is instrumental in recruiting the surrogate. Apparently, my handler is an old hat at this process, after her surrogacy, she has handled over a 100 pregnancies. 

Anyway, my fears turned out to be baseless. These are women who can't speak English, they had no idea that fish during pregnancy can be bad but they are simple, nice women I instinctively had a good vibe for, as did my parents. I gave her my fancy prenatals and vitamin D, thanked her repeatedly, cried a little when I told her about the fact that she might go through a loss because I had already lost 3 babies.  She, on the other hand reassured me and told me that she would take the best possible care of the gift she would carry for me, and that god willing, things would go well this time. It was really sweet, and reassuring. I'm so very thankful I feel so positive about this going forward.

She gets her period in a few days. Then-- we start.

More in a little while on other topics, including H pylori, PCOS and GERD.