And We're Off!

There are hardly words to describe what a week it has been in India. But, let's start with the most important thing. This afternoon/evening, our DNA is getting mixed with the DNA of our egg donor. She produced 10 eggs, 7 of which are of good quality. The doctor injected the sperm into the 7 eggs, and we will find out how many embryos we have tomorrow.

This is the most powerful powerless feeling.

Chad and I drove ourselves over to the clinic (yes, we've been in India long enough to drive ourselves now rather than rely on taxis all the time), and I'm glad that we did because after "doing the deed" at the clinic, we parked the car at the nearby market and went and got massages at one of our favorite spas here in town. It was a relaxing way to end the afternoon. Then we drove home. I drove, and I'm glad that I had something to concentrate on (not hitting anyone, and surviving the chaos that is Delhi traffic) rather than just sit in the back of a cab and think about what a waiting game we will have to play for the next who knows how many months. It's funny, Chad just yelled in from the living room: "If we get pregnant, you know it's going to be nine more months of this waiting feeling."

I know. And, I don't know how people have dealt with this feeling. Maybe I'll get used to it.

We'll take it in baby steps... pun intended.

Our first little baby step will be to wait for about 24 hours to find out how many of the eggs are dividing into multiple-cells.

Then we'll wait a few more baby steps until Saturday when we will meet the doctor and hear about the implantation.

And then some more baby steps until we find out if we're actually pregnant.

And on, and on, and on.

Meanwhile, I've been finding out about this extended community of people involved in surrogacy who are connected through the blogosphere. And, I spent most of the day at work reading about the various experiences people are having or have had. This deserves its own post, so I'll leave the story here and will pick it up another time.

Cheers,

Douglas