Monday, February 18, 2013


When Adelia was about 7 weeks along or so, they told me she was something called a blighted ovum, and that I would miscarry. Many of you know this story.

I was due to fly to Florida that day (a Thursday) for a job interview. They told me to go, and come back to the office for another blood draw on Tuesday of the following week. At that visit they planned to confirm the receding hormone levels and schedule the needed procedures.

I prayed. I cried. I refused to believe it. 

On Tuesday my hormone levels had more than tripled, in fact they went up by about 100x. It was a God thing.

I've been reading other blogs from surrogates lately. I am not vain enough to think I was being original in my blog, but I am surprised by just HOW MANY other surrogates do blog. One blog I follow experienced a loss last week. On Valentines Day of all days... This is someone I hardly know a thing about. And it's breaking my heart.

I'm sure loss isn't uncommon when you're messing with fertility in such a scientific and synthetic way. With the exception of those 6 days with Adelia, I've never feared or given much thought to loss. I guess I will have to now. I didn't expect that.

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