For a limited time only: claustrophobia

In 2009, I learned that there was no realistic way my best friend would ever be able to become a father -- his greatest desire in life. I decided then that I would offer to be a surrogate for him (which didn’t sound realistic at the time). A year later, I made that offer. He accepted, and in Nov. 2011 I got pregnant.

I’m writing this blog because I’m not the typical surrogate. For one, in the terms of the trade, I’m an altruistic traditional surrogate (I’m unpaid and the egg is mine) with a totally open arrangement with the dads. Most importantly, though, this is my first pregnancy (NO ONE thinks this is a good idea; most surrogates already have their own kids).

Also, we’re all gay, so this is going to be the gayest baby ever.*

- The Deputy

*Except for the children of those many, many other sets of three or more gays who decided to combine their powers to procreate...

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March 19, 2012

The quickening

The fetus just woke up while I was sitting here in seminar. I've felt it a bit before I think, but today it's making its presence known. And all I can think is, oh crap how claustrophobic must be to be stuck in a uterus for 9 months. Logically, I know it's cool with it... but I still find it easiest to interpret these movements as desperate pleas for more space. Sorry, bud.