*Olivia*
Dread and restlessness had a vice grip on my throat on Friday afternoon. The ticking of the clock was driving me up the wall as we waited for the time to head back to Surrogazione Generazionale to meet our potential surrogate.
My nails were bitten down to the quick with how much anxiety was radiating off of me. If my nervousness was radioactive, I would be one second away from a nuclear meltdown.
I paced back and forth in the middle of the sitting room of our suite. The rhythm was a good way to get out my excess energy, though it wasn't helping all that much. At this point, I wouldn't have been surprised if there was a hole left in the carpet from how many times I'd circled it.
"What if something goes wrong and neither of them is available anymore?" I wondered aloud.
"Nothi
