The mail came today. So what? The mail comes every day. And our mail box is over flowing with bills, junk and those annoying coupons you open up, speed read through and toss in the trash. You’ll never get that time back but yet you still open the envelope and hope for an all-star coupon. Hence why I dislike the mail man. He is not directly at fault but certainly an accomplice. Also, have I mentioned that I hate the ice cream man? I promise this is somewhat related, keep with me here folks. The ice cream man is an a-hole. He plays his horribly creepy jack in the box music down our street getting me overly excited at the chance that maybe today, just maybe I can make it to the truck in time for an ice cream cone or maybe a delicious choco-taco. But by the time I locate my massively unorganized purse, dig out some money and haul ass outside, he is gone. EVERY.SINGLE.TIME. So I just gave up on him and let him taunt me from a far, with his creepy clown music.
I have also adopted the mindset that the UPS man, the Mail man and the Ice cream man are all in cahoots with each other. For example the UPS man, every day parks his truck across the street from my house. He just sits there, mocking me. While I am desperately waiting for a package that he does not drop off. Sometimes he will even drive off and then come back and park in front of my house. Salt in the wound I say!/div>
See here is a picture of him toying with my emotions…
Will you bring me my package today or will you just drive off leaving me disappointed and empty handed?
Today though, I changed my opinion on one of those three. It was the mail man who has won hero status in my eyes. He can now bring me all of the junk mail he wants! I have no reason to complain any more. You see, we received a large envelope from our attorney. It was Jellybean’s birth certificate. It finally came 11 weeks later. Until that point, she had a different last name. At every doctor’s appointment I would be referred to as Mrs. Notmylastname.
In the muddy surrogacy laws of VA, Jellybean was born with our surrogate’s last name. It is just easier for the hospitals to identify who the baby came from versus the whole Jerry Springer conflict of who’s the baby mama or baby daddy. Now, don’t get me wrong here, our surrogate has a mighty fine last name. But can you blame us for wanting it to be ours? There is just a sense of finality involved once that piece of paper arrived and displayed us as the parents on the certificate. So thank you Mr. Mail Man. Today you stand amongst the many who have helped us become a family.For those reading this who just looked down at negative pregnancy test, know that one day your package will come too. One day your long wait will end. For us, it seemed like we were in baby wait purgatory. I have no uterus and we have heard ‘NO’ more times that we can count. But that is faith right? Keeping faith and knowing that one day you will look upon a birth certificate that belongs to your baby.
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Congratulations!! What a great day!
Re: the ice cream man, maybe leave a couple dollars tucked somewhere close to the door for next time.
Heather, I really should leave some emergency ice cream money near by the door. At this point though I have ice cream man PTSD.
Yay for same last name! I cracked up when the saw the pic of the UPS truck and your caption. Your daughter is going to love reading through all these posts one day!
Lisa, I often think about that. If she will want to read this blog or if it will freak her out. Ever walk in on your parents doing it? will it be a clinical version of that? Traumatized for life because we talk about our junk so often?
Ah congrats! What a great day indeed! I love this! (and choco-taco’s too … who doesn’t love a choco-taco?!)
Jenn, indeed. Choco-tacos should be considered the national dessert of the US. It makes my tummy smile inside.
I don’t comment often, but thank you for keeping up your wonderful blog. You make me laugh, cry, and everything in between. It’s perfect. The last paragraph of this post really hit home with me. Today we have our first embryo transfer.
Jane, thank you for your comment! I am glad you are keeping up with our journey and blogging world. Good luck on your first transfer. Try to take it easy during the TWW. Its maddening but seriously try to find things to distract you.