I guess because up until now it's been all about FERTILE, FERTILE, FERTILE -- fertile surrogates, fertile 25-year-old niece's eggs, fertile Bill sperm, fertility doctors, we've got this fertility thing up the wazoo!...so you'd think the combination of all these extremely fertile individuals HAS to equal a zygote to an embryo to a fetus, to voila!, a BABY, right?! I've even realized that most clinic's pregnancy success rates are based on couples who are having problems staying pregnant, so those percentages should be much, much higher for the big, fat fertility possie who will be converging upon Mumbai on September 18th, RIGHT?!
Well, while the numbers lean that way, I only wish things could be that sure and fail proof when it comes to what we are doing. In the end, we wish, we hope, we prepare, we do the best fertility dance we can muster up...and then we impregnate. After that we leave it up to "something else" orbiting outside the universe of meds, embryologists, motility counts, the perfect womb and 25-year old eggs. And we wait. And while I'm not going to ponder what that "something else" is on this blog, I do know this: if given the chance, Bill and I will pour our heart and souls in to raising this child, surround it with love and family and friends, give it the gift of a good education and as much of the abundancies of life we can afford, and send it out in to the world confident we did the best we could.
On this I speak the truth.
