Today is St. Patrick’s Day, which is a fake holiday created to enjoy a little green beer, corned beef and cabbage and some soda bread in the U.S., but I am not going to lie, I love getting into the spirit. American’s love an opportunity to celebrate something international, right? The day started off with the little leprechauns creating a bit of mischief in the house. Chairs were tipped over, toilet paper was strewn about, pillows were tossed onto the floor, the toilet water and milk were green and chocolate gold coins were left for the kids.
As luck would have it for us, I received an email I have been waiting on for over a week. The legal process for becoming a Gestational Surrogate has been eye opening. The scenarios you have to think about are unnerving! Nothing scared me away; in fact it only reaffirmed my decision. I got home early to get things underway for my Bunco group coming, but of course I had to check my email to make sure I didn’t miss anything, this is a bit of a habit of mine. I received THE email with the first round of the contract. I had so much cooking and setting up to do so I had to wait until everyone left to be able to read it. I made it through the night, but I was on pins and needles, wondering what the contract said. Most of the details had been discussed upfront but to have the actual contract made it so real. Not only did I receive the contract, but one of my friends ended up having a baby this evening. As I sit here writing, I can’t help but think this is a sign, with the luck of the Irish and all, this could only be the universe telling me that this is the path I must take.