The best is yet to come

Is there anyone waiting for these weekends more than I do?

This is going to be a great time. You may call me a lazybone but I’m looking forward to a very relaxed and free of any duties weekend. Why? My parents are taking my son to their place for the whole weekend so that me and my husband could have all the time in the world together. We’re always busy working that’s why such moments “just for ourselves” are so rare and so long-awaited by us. Of course, we’ll be missing Den. Anyways, I know he’ll have a gorgeous time with grandparents and his cousins. Yes, they are gathering a small kindergarten there! My parents love gathering all their grandchildren from time to time at their place. My dad has so many games to play with them and my mom, she cooks gorgeous pies that they love so much. Oh, I love them too but I’m no longer three years old to eat them as much as I want (age is taking its toll and now I have to be very picky in what and how much I eat).

There is one secret reason for why I’m keeping strict and very healthy diet now. Are you interested to know? I know that very soon I’ll be stimulated for eggs growing in my ovaries that will be used for our first IVF ever. If you read my previous posting, you may already know that I had my uterus removed after the first natural delivery. We took courage and applied for surrogacy program! Own eggs surrogacy! Yeah, they approved me for own eggs stimulation! Luckily, my ovaries still function ok. They checked my hormones, ovarian reserve and did blood tests (both to me and husband). All exams were fine and they gave green light for two IVF surrogacy attempts on our own genetic material. This is a long story to tell and this is actually why I started this blog.

We met a lot of new and unknown things in the sphere of reproductive medicine we were absolutely unaware before. Yeah, they really do miracles! They help even in the worst cases of infertility. They know how to omit genetic diseases. They can choose baby’s sex. They can fertilize woman even in menopause! And even more importantly – they can transfer my own embryo to a healthy woman who will give birth to my baby!

We have already signed our contract and currently we’re waiting for a proper surrogate for us. We couldn’t choose the surrogate. Our clinic’s doctors choose surrogates based on medical criteria. They told that her health is all that matters. Ok, perhaps this makes sense. As for us, we got instructions on dieting and vitamins during this period. They gave me this huge pack of medications for ovulation stimulation so we’re waiting for their green light to start.

Are we overwhelmed? Like we were never before!

From total despair to faint hope

Hi. This is my first blog ever so please don’t judge too strictly.

Probably, I’m neither William Shakespeare nor Pablo Coelho but I know letters and I have what to tell you. Is this enough for starting a blog? You tell me.

To begin with, let me give some insight information about me, my family and reasons for writing this. I’m a mother of three year old toddler and a wife of my dear husband. My name is Agnete. My family lives in Oslo, Norway. We enjoy travelling, mountain skiing, paintball and eating out. We don’t have a lot of friends but those who are inside our family circle are our dearest people in the world. We run our small business, work hard and play hard as well. In general, we are a typical family of three, loving and caring to each other. But! It seems that happiness is always bitter sweet, unfortunately. I paid my dues for mothering. I gave birth to my dear son and on the same day the doctors let me know that I will never be able to have more children. This was the happiest and yet the saddest day ever. Due to a big rupture they had to remove my womb. They were very afraid to tell it to me and we right. My postpartum depression was multiplied with real grieve now. Why? Why me? What will my man say? Will he still love me knowing that I’m infertile? So many questions were running through my head. My husband was also shocked. I know he had a tough talk to a doctor. Well, it was a very sad page in our both lives. Our delight was our baby boy who day by day helped us recover and slip away from the problem. The scars healed, the baby was growing and it seemed that we survived all that.

For almost three years we were afraid to talk to each other about it again. I don’t even remember who was brave enough to talk first. It seems that this thought was maturating in our heads for a while. We just understood that despite of all this, we still want to have more kids as we always were dreaming of. My husband and I, we both come from big families. I have a brother and my husband (his name is Martin, btw) has two siblings. So having 2+ kids was like a matter of course for us. On that day he told that he wants a daughter and a sister to our little baby boy. At that time, I already knew that we could use surrogacy but I couldn’t even imagine that we would ever talk about it that seriously.