

Sometimes I feel like I might want to be a mom someday and sometimes (most times, actually) I don’t, but I feel absolutely 100% certain that I do not want to be pregnant. Which is not to say that I won’t ever get pregnant, because I sort of like the idea of mixing up my DNA with Borfy’s and seeing what we get (besides a little dork with bad hair, bad skin, bad vision, and a tendency toward anxiety and depression). But the idea of incubating a fetus for nine months - even if it’s my very own little genetic experiment - is entirely unappealing to me. As is the idea of giving birth. Yuck and yuck.
What we need is a surrogate.