“When they did the surgery on you, they didn’t have to remove your ovaries.” I nodded, because I knew that. It was why I didn’t have to suffer through an early menopause. “That means you can have your own babies.” “I could, but I can’t carry them.” Mom nodded, her hold on my hand tightening. “You could use a surrogate.” I began to shake my head. That would require an amount of trust in a person that was difficult to achieve. The idea that a stranger had my baby inside of her and could possibly hurt it… “If you trust me, I’d gladly carry a baby or babies for you.”
