Paying it Forward

There are still pieces I plan to write about our long road to parenthood through gestational surrogacy. This post is about the endpoint of every thing we’ve been through. I’ll go back and fill in the rest of the major events when I have the chance. As a woman who writes to process the heavy…

Happy Halloween?

I have many photos from the Halloweens of my childhood, dressed in the costumes my momma sewed for us. I remember going to the fabric store in our small town, choosing a pattern, and getting the supplies for our costumes. Some years, my poor mother sewed into the wee hours to finish our costumes on…

Leroy

I called our vet clinic at 8:03 this morning. While our wonderful animal doctor had a full slate today, her receptionist always does her best to squeeze in a euthanasia appointment when the situation is pressing. Today marked the tenth day since our sweet kitty, Leroy, was diagnosed with cancer. I took him in to…

Meeting our Miracles: Part One

I’ve been deeply wanting to write this piece for months, while simultaneously coming up with reasons to delay. Words have always been my thing. I’m a talker. I’m a writer. Very much for both. Our daughters are two days shy of eight months old, and it’s taken me this long to scrape together my words…

A Letter to My Daughters

The Electrician and I welcomed fraternal twin daughters on January 14, 2019. For now, I will continue to refer to them as Alfalfa and Broccoli in my writing, since we all have pseudonyms on my blog. Our girls are healthy, gorgeous, and more wonderful than we could ever have anticipated. I will share more about…

Two Little Secrets

I don’t remember if I’ve written about this yet, and, frankly, the last year has blurred in the rear view at this point. I teach junior high and it’s almost mid-December, so I’m lucky  just to remember yesterday clearly. The Electrician and I know what we’re having. Yes. We know the sex of Alfalfa Sprout….

Glorious Victory!

As you may remember, I tried to donate blood in August and was defeated by my squeamishness toward needles in combination with a variety of other factors, including summer heat. When I say defeated, I mean to the calling my mother crying while I drove myself home with vomit (mine) in my underwear level of…

Farewell

Honestly, I still can’t believe I’m writing this post. Our beloved Sherman, the “blue speckled pup” after whom my blog is named has died. We are so very devastated to lose him at only eight years old. Sherman was diagnosed four days ago with an aggressive form of lymphoma. The only treatment his excellent vet…

Four Pounds!

We have new baby photos! Auntie Pelican brought Alfalfa Sprout and Broccoli Sprout in for another ultrasound today to check their growth and all the other incredible processes that are unfolding as the date we meet our children approaches. Each baby is now a full two pounds. Two pounds. Each. That is a full four…

Second-Hand Shoes

Sherman had a vet appointment early Saturday morning. On our way, we passed a yard sale sign on the main street a few blocks from our house. Signs like that rarely stand out to me, but for whatever reason, my Spidey Senses told me I needed to stop at that sale. Later in the day,…

A Real Grown-Up

I’ve been thinking a whole heap lately about adulting, about being a fully-mature human being. Maybe it’s because I just turned 36, or maybe it’s because I’m only months away from being a mom of twins (holy crap) but it has suddenly hit me that I’m well and truly supposed to be a grown-up. As…

13 Weeks!

Today marks the start of the second trimester, babies. That early stretch of pregnancy that makes people so nervous is over. Actually, it’s not so much “over” as it is conquered, powered through, and successfully completed by our incredible gestational surrogate, Auntie Pelican, and our beautiful twins. While it’s most certainly happening, it still seems…