Hard to believe, but it’s taken me almost 60 years to finally realize age has its limitations.
The other day it occurred to me I will never be a surrogate mother. I’m turning 60. That ship has sailed.
Not that I ever really wanted to be a surrogate. In fact, I’m pretty sure I couldn’t give up a baby I’ve nurtured in my own body. But I used to listen to these commercials on the radio seeking potential surrogates and I definitely gave it some thought.
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