We’re finally, finally making some progress on our non-traditional journey to parenthood! After four failed matches, we have a medically cleared gestational carrier with whom we just finalized our contract. On Friday, Nico and I signed and notarized it. Today, the date for delivery of our embryos to the clinic that will do the transfers was just scheduled. (The saga that became the collapse of communication between the clinic that created our embryos and the agency sourcing our gestational carriers could merit a whole post of its own, but you know what? It’s not worth the time it’d take to type out. Suffice it to say another clinic is still playing nice with our agency, and they’re willing to take the baton.) The delays have been brutal. I remember last fall when I thought our January trip to Hawaii might be our babymoon. Or maybe the Olympics in February. Ha. (On the plus side, this has been giving me the chance to vest more Neuralink stock before our lives turn upside down.)
Things are starting to maybe sort of just a little bit feel real. But there are still so many steps to go that I’m too far away to stress about preparing for a baby. Right now, I’m still anxious whether we’ll ever reach that step. But I’m at least pleased to report that, more than ten months since we began the matching process, we seem to be getting somewhere. Sort of. Maybe.
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