Today we met with the perinatologists who delivered the lowercase three years ago. We were fully prepared for them to say it wouldn't be wise for me to get pregnant again.
The did not say this. My world feels like it has been thrown upside down. Basically, it boiled down to them thinking it would be a good idea, my risks exactly the same as they were before the lowercase, no higher, no lower. I might carry full term, I might not. I might go into labor earlier, at the same gestation, or later than I did with him. No way of knowing other than to try it.
They looked at us like we had three heads each when we said we were thinking of surrogacy.
I'll try to be coherent later when I can sort this all out in my own head.
