Scenes from my Surrogacies: A Memoir in the Making

The pregnancy test showed up positive.

I was shocked, but at the same time not surprised at all, being a person often ruled more by logic than by impulse. I knew that our Hail Mary sex had been on exactly the right day. I thought back to that early Saturday morning run to the grocery store for picnic supplies and the unexplainable pull to buy the ovulation predictor kits, despite over a year of failure with them. There was no reason to believe that test would help me that day, but yet I bought them anyway.

So here I was, a few weeks past the day my husband and I nearly died on a dangerous river outing, overwhelmed with keeping tabs on two jobs and a home renovation project, living with my in-laws, and pregnant with our first child.

The world works in mysterious ways.