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.
People wanted me to be like the Madonna, the white nun, you know, and that's not me. But I'm no villain.
Out of the ashes of Sara Whitehead rose Melissa Stern. Out of the ashes of Mary Beth Whitehead, there were pieces lost.
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.
Being a mother comes first for me. Before my husband, before this surrogacy crusade, before myself. I don't see myself as particularly strong.
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.