It's time once again to name our surrogate. I am alone in this endeavor since Christy will not participate.
But, I get back at her by not participating in the baby naming game.
She loses out at the moment, however, because the babies name can wait, at least for a few more weeks.
But, the surrogate is here. Now. And demands a name.
Truthfully, only I demand a name. I am under a lot of pressure here to write about our story.
I don't know how to write about someone that has no name.
Our surrogate is NOT a horse in the desert!!!!!
Nor, is she prince.
My readers demand a name. Right?
You guys are with me. Right?
Cyn? Care to make a suggestion?
Everybody has a story. A past. A present. A future.
This is told very clearly in A Christmas Story about Ebenezer Scrooge. A novella that tells the story of someone that goes from being sour and stingy to a great philanthropist before our eyes.
On the face of it our Surrogacy story has a lot in common with A Christmas Story:
Dickens's Carol brings to the reader images of light, joy, warmth, and life. It also brings strong and unforgettable images of darkness, despair, coldness, and death.
Scrooge himself is the embodiment of winter, and, just as winter is followed by spring and the renewal of life, so too is Scrooge's cold, pinched heart restored to the innocent goodwill he had known in his childhood and youth.
Our surrogate is a great philanthropist this part is true. She brings light, joy, warmth, and life to us.
This part is a perfect fit.
However, when we continue Scrooge is the embodiment of winter and our surrogate reminds me of Summer and Sunshine. Also, darkness and despair are behind us and our surrogate has a huge heart.
In the end - we can not use the name Scrooge for our current surrogate - we will leave this name for surrogates past.
Names are very important so we will work this over for awhile before we come up with the best name.
For now, we will use a temporary name, just for a few weeks, so I can start sharing more of the story.
Our surrogates temporary name is:
Dick Cheney
It's perfect - She is in an undisclosed location.
And
She can describe my feelings about the last two months in one famous Dick Cheney quote.
Except for the occasional heart attack, I never felt better.
