This Tuesday we enter the 24th week of our pregnancy.
This marks the first week that we are technically viable. We could be born and live.
Austin is 1 lb. 6 ounces at 23 weeks. This puts her in something like to 96th percentile.
Christy looked it up and told me. I really didn't listen for the exact number - because I am not concerned.
I have seen smaller babies than that live and prosper.
This is a good time to breathe, relax, and enjoy the situation.
We are almost there - have almost arrived.
For me, it's just a matter of sitting back and waiting.
We have had the most stress free surrogacy and it's been without any health risks or worries.
It took a lot of effort, time, and stress to get to this stage and it's nice to be able to sit back and enjoy
a portion of the experience. Worry free.
Or at least I can pretend to be worried free for a minute.
As this is the least stressing part of the experience.
We are good to go - healthy - everyone knows - and we've been named.
All that's left is the pick-up stage.
And we might have a C-section so we can schedule the date.
Convenient for us, but not for the surrogate. Easy for me, but hard for her.
I think that it must suck to be a surrogate.
Everyone wants to talk about the warm fuzzies of doing this wonderful thing for someone.
I see -
Needles everyday at the start and a knife at the end.
Let me sign-up for that job.
I am convinced that if guys had to be the surrogates - there would be none.
She's going under the knife and I'm disturbed that they will make me see the baby
before they make her nice and clean and sparkly.
Our issues are not exactly equal. I think she has an edge on me.
But look at it from my side. I mean - can't the hospital think of us father's?
Why do they want to make us look at a dirty baby?
I would prefer to see Austin after her bath.
Clearly, my concerns are minor when seeing a dirty baby is my biggest fear.
So I will sit back relax and enjoy waiting.