I have no regrets. I had an amazing surrogate who carried my son for me. I am so grateful to her. I can even say I am grateful for having cancer. I was always meant to be a mom, but if I didn't have cancer, I never would have had Zev. I would have had a kid, but not Zev, and I want Zev - tantrums and all.
But when I would see the surrogate, my first instinct, my first reaction would be jealousy, because she was doing what I wanted to do.
My wife and I had been trying a while to have a baby. We tried a bunch of things - so we had a surrogate.
The Vatican is against surrogate mothers. Good thing they didn't have that rule when Jesus was born.
For my own family, I would always choose the makeshift, surrogate family formed by various characters unrelated by blood.
Surrogate motherhood has been the subject of much philosophical and political dispute over the years.
There was a friend of ours who worked with a girl who had said she would consider being a surrogate. We met her and right away she was awesome. We were looking for someone who could take care of themselves and it was pretty clear she could.
Oscar Hammerstein was a surrogate father during all those many days, and weeks and months when I didn't see my own father.
My mother, father, stepmother and surrogate mother have all died of cancer; my best friend has got terminal cancer and at least five of my other friends have had cancer but survived it.
Art and literature are my surrogate religions.