It looks great on The Kardashians. But the reality can be…messy.
My husband worried I’d die. My sister asked if my organs would get harvested. My mom said I was being unfair to our family. And another relative asked, quite literally, how I was different than a prostitute. So, yeah. It’s safe to say that at first, my choice to become a surrogate—someone who gets pregnant for someone who can’t—wasn’t popular with the people in my life. Like, at all.
It wasn’t just certain relatives who couldn’t understand my choice. Things became particularly fraught when my friends found out I was carrying for a gay couple, two wonderful dads I would come to love like family. Looking back, maybe I shouldn’t have been so surprised. I was raised as a conservative Christian and our former core friend group was from church. One telling night at a dinner, when I was around six months pregnant, one of those “friends” wouldn’t even look at me. I tried to hug her, and she stepped away. No one stood up for me, and I felt humiliated. Later, over email, I asked if she was upset because the twins’ dads are gay. Her response was so hateful, it actually deconstructed my faith completely. I no longer go to church.
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