Scenes From My Surrogacies: A Memoir in the Making

I was 37 weeks and not ready to let go. I loved being pregnant with these boys, I loved their parents, I loved their family, and I loved the experience of carrying for them. I loved being loved by them; I was living and breathing in the middle of the very love story I’d longed to write since before my first surrogacy. When it came to embracing surrogacy for its ability to bring two families together and create a whole greater than the sum of its parts and reveling in the love created between strangers, in this couple I had more than met my match.