Someone may just take you up on it.
My sister saved my life. I have no idea how I would have made it through the first few days after Fletcher's birth without my sister Angie. She was my own private nurse and, okay, I'll say it, angel. During the high emotions of the situation surrounding my decline in health and eventual delivery of my first son 15 weeks early, Angie even went as far as offering to carry my next child. I wonder if, at the time, she thought I would take her up on it.
Well, I did.
We are about to embark on an IVF/Gestational Carrier cycle and I thought I would put together this blog, with entries from both Angie and me, to chronicle what will be a weird and hopefully (at least 10 month) long endeavor.
My sister saved my life. I have no idea how I would have made it through the first few days after Fletcher's birth without my sister Angie. She was my own private nurse and, okay, I'll say it, angel. During the high emotions of the situation surrounding my decline in health and eventual delivery of my first son 15 weeks early, Angie even went as far as offering to carry my next child. I wonder if, at the time, she thought I would take her up on it.
Well, I did.
We are about to embark on an IVF/Gestational Carrier cycle and I thought I would put together this blog, with entries from both Angie and me, to chronicle what will be a weird and hopefully (at least 10 month) long endeavor.
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