Future babies' first road trip

Our future babies are setting off on their first road trip today: our top six embryos are being transported (on an overnight adventure!) down from Oakland to San Diego, site of the clinic that will be responsible for our future embryo transfers. Future mom (hopefully) isn't nervous at all. Call me as soon as you get there, kids! Or the embryo equivalent: there won't be any live shipment tracking available, so I'm counting on the transportation company or our agency (hardly known for their organization or communication) to actually remember to confirm successful arrival tomorrow afternoon ("or the next day, as soon as we're able") - no stress, especially given that the day after their arrival will be the start of a three-day holiday weekend. Surely no one will accidentally forget to send confirmation and leave me stressing, alone in a puddle of anxiety, with Nico flying off to Paris on Saturday. Yep, everything's cool. I'm going to be a cool mom. 100%.

Update: they made it!

With news just before the holiday weekend!

Signed, sealed, soon to be delivered

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.