We’re having a baby shower!

And I’m not sure if that’s the kind of thing you invite your surrogate to, but it makes sense, doesn’t it? I mean, she’s carrying your baby. She’s bringing a life into this world that you have prayed for night after night for God only knows how long.

So I’m inviting my surrogate. And, uh, I’m a little nervous. Not everyone is super cool with any sort of alternative lifestyles. I have no clue if this counts as “alternative,” but we’ll see as soon as she gets here.

And there’s the doorbell. Right on cue.

I wipe my sweaty palms on my jeans and run up to the door of my parents’ house, beaming as soon as I see her. My eyes immediately gravitate towards her stomach.

“Hey! Hi, I’m glad you’re here. Please, come in. Make yourself at home.”