Making this decision involved listening to my heart and my brain.
By Jaymee Giddings
There is one thing I have wanted since I was very young–a family. For seven years I have been married to the most wonderful man in the world. He has the ability to drive me crazy like no other human being, and to make me happier than any other person on the planet. All that’s missing is a child.
As I write this, we are starting to work with a surrogacy agency, which is only slightly less terrifying than a Brazilian wax. How did we get here? I have a medical condition that causes me to have marathon periods. I also have polycystic ovary syndrome (PCOS), so getting pregnant would have to involve fertility treatments. Two years ago, my medical problems had gotten so bad that, in order to preserve my sanity and quality of life, I had a uterine ablation, giving up the chance to carry my own child.
We then toyed with adoption. We’ve always known that it was an option, and I myself was adopted, but I knew I couldn’t stand the heartbreak if it did not work out…