Friendship

I had decided to be a traditional surrogate. I would use my own egg and the intended families sperm. I was also going to do this with the intention of not telling many people. I received the same response when people heard I was a surrogate, "How could you give up your baby?", than they would hear donor egg and the tight stoned faces would change to soft warm ones. "WHAT A GIFT" I would hear. But, I ask you if know one was willing to help, their wouldn't be donor egg either.
I went with Growing Generations again, I knew I wanted to help another gay couple, this agency had been a good fit. Again, I received profiles. Again, we went for our first meeting. Edward and Clay sat at a table looking over the Mississippi River, the restaurant was nice, buffet was being served. They stood when they saw us walk in. Edward who had dark hair, brown eyes, and medium build, jumped when he saw us walk in. Clay who had light brown hair and hazel eyes, smiled but seemed a bit more reserved. Tom instantly liked Edward who didn't stop smiling throughout the whole meal. He seemed to digest every morsel of conversation that we seemed to be leading. They asked the normal questions. "Why did you decide to be a surrogate? Why did you decide to be a traditional surrogate? Questions we expected and many more we didn't. I felt at this point they could throw anything at me on the subject and I would have it covered. We in turn though many a question back at them. You could say in was like watching a tennis match. Clay was a nurse and was interested in the fact that I was starting on my RN in the fall, "Great I thought, a topic of conversation!" Not to mention a resource later on.  We left our lunch feeling optimistic about this couple. Edward was a social worker, going to be working on his PhD in the fall at Harvard. I knew I had to think deeply about this journey, but somewhere I knew their would be a baby in all of our future.
Before I wrap this one up, I want to mention a friend of mine. Her name is Piper. She was a nurse at "The birthplace", and since we live in a small town we had bumped into each other from time to time. I believe after I graduated from nursing school she was also the reason I was given my position I still hold at "The Birthplace". She is going to be weaved through my story. After reconnecting she decided to be a surrogate mother. Her stories are as rich and colorful as mine. She helped me get through some of the dark moments that did exist following my pregnancy's. As fate would have it my last couple and hers would create the nontraditional family I now have.