This is VERY interesting. I just learned something new while Googling and thought I would share:
"Gestational carriers and surrogates are not the same, a surrogate is someone who donates her egg and then subsequently carries the child; she is genetically linked to that baby. Today, such cases of true surrogacy are very rare. In the case of a gestational carrier, the woman carrying the pregnancy is in no way biologically related to the child she is carrying; the eggs and sperm are derived from the "intended parents" (or possibly an egg or sperm donor), through the process of In Vitro Fertilization (IVF). The egg is fertilized in the lab, and then the embryo (or embryos) is placed into the uterus of the gestational carrier."
Source: PRnewswire.com
So all this time with Amelia's baby, I should have been referring to the girl as her "Gestational Carrier." I'm SO embarrassed I used the incorrect term, but I'm too tired to go back and change all of my previous posts. Moving forward, I'll be using "GC" when talking about other friends' babies (or maybe even possibly one of my own?).
Wednesday, June 12, 2019
Tuesday, June 11, 2019
A Surprising Phone Call
Hallelujah there are only two games max left in the NBA Finals. Brock has been working CRAZY hours these past few weeks. Don't get me wrong. Business has been GREAT for him, but it's taken a toll on ME physically at home. He's been calling home asking me to watch the entire games to see if his clients are behaving appropriately from my angle. And to see if his hard work is paying off. (If you don't remember what he does, read here.)
Since holding Amelia's new baby, I can't get that angelic face out of my head. I had something stir inside of me before on Sunday night that I've never experienced before. When Brock called earlier today, here's what unfolded:
HIM: "Hey babe. I'm so tired. How are you?"
ME: [ Unplanned, I blurted out:] "I want a BABY!"
HIM: "Huh? A baby what? Did you say the animal already? The connection must have cut up."
ME: "A REAL baby, Brock. Like a tiny human."
There. I said it. I've NEVER NOT wanted to be selfish IN. MY. LIFE. I can't believe I'm sharing this new burning desire with the world wide interwebs. Brock has been on the road a lot lately and I'm due to ovulate around the time he gets home next week. I can't believe I am even thinking this! I'll share that, but I will NOT disclose my real age publicly.
I never planned to have kids, but Brock married me anyway. So I never entertained anything baby before and definitely NOT using my own body to house something like that. Maybe I'll just casually start interviewing surrogates...?
Since holding Amelia's new baby, I can't get that angelic face out of my head. I had something stir inside of me before on Sunday night that I've never experienced before. When Brock called earlier today, here's what unfolded:
HIM: "Hey babe. I'm so tired. How are you?"
ME: [ Unplanned, I blurted out:] "I want a BABY!"
HIM: "Huh? A baby what? Did you say the animal already? The connection must have cut up."
ME: "A REAL baby, Brock. Like a tiny human."
There. I said it. I've NEVER NOT wanted to be selfish IN. MY. LIFE. I can't believe I'm sharing this new burning desire with the world wide interwebs. Brock has been on the road a lot lately and I'm due to ovulate around the time he gets home next week. I can't believe I am even thinking this! I'll share that, but I will NOT disclose my real age publicly.
I never planned to have kids, but Brock married me anyway. So I never entertained anything baby before and definitely NOT using my own body to house something like that. Maybe I'll just casually start interviewing surrogates...?
Monday, June 10, 2019
Two Months!
I can't believe I've already been blogging for TWO months (as of last Saturday, June 8). I would have written this tribute to myself earlier, but the baby news has kind of taken priority.
In TWO months, I have gotten on the Top 100 Housewife Blogs (I'm #62); bought the group gift and drop shipped a palette of baby merchandise to Amelia; lived through Amelia's surrogate's labor and delivery story; have started helping another friend plan her second wedding; survived another successful year of "Peanut Butter and Jealous"; have started/grown my blog's Pinterest boards + pins (and have been re-pinned); imparted A LOT of wisdom from my own experiences/high end tastes; and the list goes on.
Thank you for reading, believing in ME and focusing ON ME!
In TWO months, I have gotten on the Top 100 Housewife Blogs (I'm #62); bought the group gift and drop shipped a palette of baby merchandise to Amelia; lived through Amelia's surrogate's labor and delivery story; have started helping another friend plan her second wedding; survived another successful year of "Peanut Butter and Jealous"; have started/grown my blog's Pinterest boards + pins (and have been re-pinned); imparted A LOT of wisdom from my own experiences/high end tastes; and the list goes on.
Thank you for reading, believing in ME and focusing ON ME!
Sunday, June 9, 2019
Hospital Visit
The past few days have been emotionally exhausting for me with the arrival of Amelia's daughter. What a surreal experience for Amelia to now have to think of someone other than herself. I honestly don't know how that is even possible.
Anyway, as I was getting ready to go paddle boarding on Sunday morning with my instructor, I got a text from the new mother:
NEW MOM: "Hey! Are you up?"
ME: "Yes. I'm about to get in the ocean. Why?"
NEW MOM: "Do you want to come to the hospital?"
ME: "What?! Are you serious?"
NEW MOM: "Don't get in that fish toilet. Go home, take a shower, do a quick cleanse and detox, get a flu shot (if you're not current), and wash your hands 20 times before you come in clean clothes."
ME: "OK."
NEW MOM: "P.S.- My night nurse doesn't start until after we get home, so I'm super tired and witchy today from being up all night. #NeedaDietCoke
Visiting hours were almost over by the time I got everything done on Amelia's mandatory visitor's check list. I finally walked into the room and then had to wash my hands for the 21st time. After, I sat down in a germ-infested hospital chair. Two seconds later, I was holding THE TINIEST human being I had ever seen.
Honestly, I've never thought new babies were pretty. Everyone says "beautiful" to be nice, but think about it. Traveling through the birth canal is basically traveling to hell and back except they are coming from heaven. Personally, I'm glad I have blocked that experience from my memory. Babies are always so cranky and covered in white stuff and blood right after birth (I've been told). So I pictured I would be holding a screaming, bloody baby with white stuff all over it still. That's why I was reluctant to wear clean, high end clothes.
But NO. This baby was clean, swaddled up, had a gigantic bow on her head, asleep and peaceful. Huh. I was NOT expecting that.
Anyway, as I was getting ready to go paddle boarding on Sunday morning with my instructor, I got a text from the new mother:
NEW MOM: "Hey! Are you up?"
ME: "Yes. I'm about to get in the ocean. Why?"
NEW MOM: "Do you want to come to the hospital?"
ME: "What?! Are you serious?"
NEW MOM: "Don't get in that fish toilet. Go home, take a shower, do a quick cleanse and detox, get a flu shot (if you're not current), and wash your hands 20 times before you come in clean clothes."
ME: "OK."
NEW MOM: "P.S.- My night nurse doesn't start until after we get home, so I'm super tired and witchy today from being up all night. #NeedaDietCoke
Visiting hours were almost over by the time I got everything done on Amelia's mandatory visitor's check list. I finally walked into the room and then had to wash my hands for the 21st time. After, I sat down in a germ-infested hospital chair. Two seconds later, I was holding THE TINIEST human being I had ever seen.
Honestly, I've never thought new babies were pretty. Everyone says "beautiful" to be nice, but think about it. Traveling through the birth canal is basically traveling to hell and back except they are coming from heaven. Personally, I'm glad I have blocked that experience from my memory. Babies are always so cranky and covered in white stuff and blood right after birth (I've been told). So I pictured I would be holding a screaming, bloody baby with white stuff all over it still. That's why I was reluctant to wear clean, high end clothes.
But NO. This baby was clean, swaddled up, had a gigantic bow on her head, asleep and peaceful. Huh. I was NOT expecting that.
Saturday, June 8, 2019
It's a BABY GIRL!
It's a BABY GIRL! Amelia's surrogate delivered a healthy, beautiful baby GIRL! (They knew the gender ahead of time, but didn't tell anyone to leave people on the edge of their seats.)
I am SO, SO, SO, SO HAPPY it's a girl because that means I can now officially buy all of the super cute baby girl clothes I've been eyeing these past six months at Janie and Jack. Every baby deserves high end clothing from the start. They shouldn't be punished for not being able to control their bodily fluids thus being forced to wear anything of lesser quality OR heaven forbid, hand-me-downs.
Honestly, if Amelia had had a boy, I wouldn't have bought anything. Boy baby clothes aren't nearly as cute. Lucky for her, I've already scheduled a drop shipment of all super high end and necessary baby products. I've heard a really nice wipe warmer is a MUST. The palette delivery will arrive the day they get discharged from the hospital.
I heard the professional hospital baby pictures went smoothly. Amelia has already decided on a soy regimen for the baby as she will NOT be sacrificing her body even for nursing. She's being really conscientious and does not want to make her husband disappointed in her gaining any baby weight (which I think is really admirable).
[P.S. - Speaking of her husband, he asked me to not put his child's info or stats on the web. I can respect that. HOWEVER can't anyone just go look up that info in a County office a few weeks from now? What's the big deal? It's called a PUBLIC RECORD.]
If you ever need a quick pick-me-up to FEEL BETTER, binge order baby girl clothes online. You'll end up giving them to someone down the line. It feels soooo good!
I am SO, SO, SO, SO HAPPY it's a girl because that means I can now officially buy all of the super cute baby girl clothes I've been eyeing these past six months at Janie and Jack. Every baby deserves high end clothing from the start. They shouldn't be punished for not being able to control their bodily fluids thus being forced to wear anything of lesser quality OR heaven forbid, hand-me-downs.
Honestly, if Amelia had had a boy, I wouldn't have bought anything. Boy baby clothes aren't nearly as cute. Lucky for her, I've already scheduled a drop shipment of all super high end and necessary baby products. I've heard a really nice wipe warmer is a MUST. The palette delivery will arrive the day they get discharged from the hospital.
I heard the professional hospital baby pictures went smoothly. Amelia has already decided on a soy regimen for the baby as she will NOT be sacrificing her body even for nursing. She's being really conscientious and does not want to make her husband disappointed in her gaining any baby weight (which I think is really admirable).
[P.S. - Speaking of her husband, he asked me to not put his child's info or stats on the web. I can respect that. HOWEVER can't anyone just go look up that info in a County office a few weeks from now? What's the big deal? It's called a PUBLIC RECORD.]
If you ever need a quick pick-me-up to FEEL BETTER, binge order baby girl clothes online. You'll end up giving them to someone down the line. It feels soooo good!
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