I find myself at the end of a day that seems a bit of a whirlwind – 6 hours of riding in a car for a procedure that took about ten total minutes – maybe. It seemed like such a quick moment for such a significant event.

There is a little tiny life floating around inside of me.

Already I feel connected. Connected to this little life that I pray will find a home in my womb.

We’re in it together this little one and I – working together for the dream of two parents that have wished so hard for this little tiny life. I feel the two of us are co-conspirators, partners on this crazy journey.

I anticipated feeling this way, but I did not anticipate how quickly this bond would form.

But seeing the tears in his/her mother’s eyes, the ones she tried so bravely to hide, impacted on me, once again, just how much she has been through to earn the title of Mom. Everything she has done – every appointment scheduled, needle pricked, dollar spent, paperwork signed, call made, disappointment endured. All of it has been for this one goal.

And today she trusted her little tiny one into the womb of a woman who was a complete stranger only four months ago. She watched a microscopic gray speck on a screen be pulled into a tiny tube that was eventually injected into another woman. Another woman who will get to feel the wonder of life within her before this mother ever gets to hold her own child in her arms.

The weight of this responsibility cannot be felt enough.

And this little tiny one – my partner in crime – is worth it all.