I must laugh as I type.
One of my girlfriends asked me yesterday for one of my eggs. Yes, those eggs. She’s older than I and just wants to be pregnant again. She’s funny.
She says she’ll be my surrogate and give me the child when she’s done, but she just enjoyed being pregnant. She has one child.
I laughed–hard, and said sure thing. You want to get all stretched out of shape and carry my child just for the sake of carrying one? Knock yourself out and save me the physical trouble.
The irony is that she is not the first to offer to carry a child for me. And I have no fertility problems. I’m quite fertile and all things work as they should. I just put that on a shelf with men who would want to procreate with me because they believe we’d have beautiful babies. Whatever.
I don’t get it, but if the person is responsible, I don’t think I’d have too much of a problem with it–the surrogacy, not the random dude procreation. Guess I’m odd like that.
Would you donate an egg or be a surrogate?
LOL… wow, what a question to ask??? i don’t think i can be a surrogate mother at all, all that physical pain and the bond for 9 months just to give the child away, similarly with donating an egg, living with the knowledge that someone where out there a part of me exists and i am not a part of their life… i couldn’t bare that.
Yeah, well, hey! She offered me the best of all possible worlds!! She’d carry the child and give it to me if only I’d find the sperm! LOL!!! My friends are Fun-kneeee!!!
Comment by Shazza — August 30, 2009 @ 1:31 p