I happened upon this beautiful poem.
Not flesh of my flesh
Nor bone of my bone,
But still miraculously my own.
Never forget for a single minute,
You didn’t grow under my heart
But in it.
Written in 1952 by Fleur Conklin Heyliger for The Saturday Evening Post, it was inspired by the feelings of adoptive parents. Of course it is absolutely applicable to the situation of any "non-bio" parent.
We were heading to a friend's birthday party. Kay's blood pressure had been quite high for the last two readings but it was nothing new. A quick stop at the hospital, a quick non-stress test to see that all was well and then party time!
StormyD had other plans...
Darwintoo/Stormageddon/StormyD no longer...
Kay and I have decided to bring a doula into our fold. She has actually been a member of our team for quite some time already, providing acupuncture support to Kay throughout our fertility journey and she is so good that we are making our relationship official. There was a date and everything!
It has been drawn to my attention (by my single reader) that it is a cruel, cruel thing to have left the blog un-updated at such a place in the plot. What were the results of the Nuchal Translucency scan? Did anyone get eaten by the Smilodon?! As Darwintoo: Stormageddon (Stormy or StormyD for short) is showing you in her pic below, all is thumbs up! Here is some updatey goodness for you!