And so it begins.

Happy Saturday, everyone!

This week has been more active than I anticipated. I was afraid I'd be on this blog once a week, boring you with tales of my toddler-induced insanity and chronic exhaustion-by-work. Not this week, friends. :)

First, the intended parents visited with an attorney. It seems that process will be pretty smooth since IM (intended mother) and I have really already hashed through a lot of the details on our own. We have locked down things such as fee, number of embryos to transfer, the fact that we both agree that reduction (essentially aborting one embryo if both take) is not an option, and what will happen if I end up on bedrest. Of all the difficult things to discuss, getting straight answers and a written proof of coverage letter from my insurance provider has proven to be the most difficult task so far. **Not shocked**

Oh, and then there was that hour this week where my IM seemed to freak out a bit. It wasn't unreasonable. She just mentioned that we may need to put it off for a little while. Considering how far we had come together and how much information I had given her to this point, that really threw me off. So I asked her about how long she was thinking. A month for work reasons, I get. But 6 months because you're still not sure...I'd be on the road to that gay couple. She came back after about an hour and said, let's do this, and scheduled her appointments. I guess it was the surrogate version of cold feet.

Around midweek, IM went to her appointment at our OB and got the "go." She has started birth control to regulate her cycle and will start fertility meds soon. The clinic even sent her a calendar, which was creepy/neat. Her projected retrieval date is 8/22. That is to retrieve her eggs for you boys out there. ;)

All in all, things are moving smoothly. If everything runs on schedule, my Dr will knock me up around January. That should be interesting in itself, right??