Okay, don't worry. I didn't actually throw up on him. But I almost did...I think. Well, anyway, this wave of nausea came over me as my itty bitty Jaxon was laboring his way through "Old MacDonald Had a Song" and I just about lost it. Luckily, the wave passed pretty quickly and I was fine, but it was a reminder that I really need to tell these parents! "Just so you know, I'm pregnant but it's not mine. Tell your kid."
I'm hoping everyone is okay with it. I know it's not an easy conversation to have with this age of child (7-9) because they understand it but they just don't GET it. Sawyer was easy as he doesn't know any different. His biggest concern when we told him was how the baby was going to get home to Minnesota. (Well, honestly he wasn't thrilled that he wasn't getting a brother out of the deal, but that passed pretty quick.)
Basically, they are going to have to explain it to their child or they just won't be able to take lessons with me any more. Knowing my families, I really don't think that will happen, but you never know how people are going to react. Surrogacy is becoming much more commonplace these days, but I don't think it's rolled into mainstream suburban San Antonio just quite yet. In my eyes, it would be a great teachable moment on faith, trust, servanthood, people coming together to accomplish a goal, and the marvels of modern medicine. So let's just hope that's how it plays out.
In other news, I ate a HUGE pancake this morning at my favorite breakfast spot without an ounce of guilt. One of the perks of pregnancy.
7 days until the ultrasound! Can't wait to see who's in there!!
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