Hi, I’m Elizabeth

We first started talking about having kids – over beers and in more depth than you’d think –  early in our relationship. After a bit of bartering, a bit of contemplation, decided that we both wanted to carry (if possible). We both wanted that experience and that connection to another human being.

Long story short, I’m going second.

For this part of the story, I am the non-birth mother. I’m the one who isn’t getting poked and prodded and peeing on ovulation sticks. This is both liberating and terrifying. I am free and I am helpless. There is not much more I can do right now except try to be supportive.

I know I’m not alone on this side of this fence.

Please feel free to chime in and tell me what I’m doing right or wrong. Tell me how to cope.


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