My Husband Asked Me to Be a Surrogate Twice Until I Learned Why He Really Needed the Money

delivery that was barely three months behind me. Some mornings I still woke up nauseous, and I could not tell if it was hormonal or something else, something that lived in the space between the body’s memory and the mind’s refusal to revisit what the body remembered.

“I’m still healing,” I said. “My body hasn’t recovered. I haven’t recovered.”

“I’m not continue reading …