Sarah is a beautiful woman, with long blondish hair, natural slightly athletic complexion, and a slim figure. She is very stylish (which is not uncommon in Spain).
Although I’ve never met her husband, Sarah has been married for 6 years. She has no children. All of which is why it was surprising that she offered to deliver a child for us.
She had heard of our interest in having children. And she offered her services.
Her explanation for the offer was this: neither she nor her husband saw themselves as “parents”. They did not want children, or the change in lifestyle that would come with a family. But Sarah had a biological urge to undergo the process of pregnancy.
At the risk of sounding anti-feminist, I suppose many women (but not a lot of men) reach an age when they feel the need to procreate. After all, a large part of their bodies were specifically designed for this purpose, and those muscles eventually want to be flexed. Sarah’s machinery had been in place for 30-some years, gathering dust, sitting ready for its big moment that had never come — now she was feeling the need to throw the switch, crank the gears, and see what the machinery could do.
For Sarah, my predicament seemed a perfect opportunity. She had a chance to exercise her full god-given capabilities, but not be bogged down afterward with 18 years of diapers, skinned knees, and staying home on a Saturday nights.
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