Out of the ashes of Sara Whitehead rose Melissa Stern. Out of the ashes of Mary Beth Whitehead, there were pieces lost.
I'm this high school dropout. I quit in my sophomore year, when I was 15. I worked for a while in a deli, and when I was almost 17, I got married.
Nature's laws have to supersede man's law.
I have great sympathy for people that are infertile, but a life is not something you can give away.
I don't particularly like being pregnant. I like the baby at the end. Pregnancy is a very distant thing for me. I can't seem to believe there's really a baby there. It's such a miracle.
I'm not perfect. I've made mistakes. I'd do a lot of things different if I could. I'd never, ever, get involved with surrogacy again. It's so weird.
Being a mother comes first for me. Before my husband, before this surrogacy crusade, before myself. I don't see myself as particularly strong.
He considers me just a uterus with legs.
You cannot contract to sell a baby. If they legalize this contract they may soon start bringing poor women in from other countries just to be breeders.
I try not to pass judgment on anyone, and I wish they wouldn't pass it on me.