Here I sit at 37 weeks pregnant. My back is caved in, my ankles have started to swell, I have weird red bumps on my calves, my skin is dry, and I am tired and uncomfortable. However, these are all minor details that prove to me that the world is exactly as it should be. I am pregnant still. Isabella is healthy and perfect. She has remained in the safe, warm coccoon of my womb long enough that I have no fear of her being born now. I know I have taken good care of her. I know her parents have prepared and are completely ready (beyond ready I think) to welcome her home. Every day now she is growing fatter and stronger. Who knows, maybe I will deliver another nine pound baby!
I am ready for her to be here. I am ready for my body to return to me. I am ready to be able to snuggle in my husband's lap without feeling like a beached whale that can't get comfortable. I am ready for the moment when I will see her in her mother's arms for the first time (this is the moment that makes surrogacy beautiful- this is the moment that explains why I do it). I am ready for her to join her family. The only thing I am not ready for is to lose the beauty of this journey, the joy and the happiness it has brought to my life, and the wonderful friends I have found in Isabella's family. But mostly, I want her butt out of my ribs ;)
So, we wait.
We watch my belly grow and this baby thrive.
We wait on Isabella to decide it is time to be born.
And we wait... tap, tap, tap.....
impatiently, we wait... tap, tap tap...
36 weeks belly