Voices

I had never considered the choice of motherhood being anything but my own. I had never been told I might not have a choice in the matter, that my body might be incapable of it or that I might want it and never have it. What did that feel like? Especially for a lot of women who hinged their sense of self on the ability to procreate? Until that point, the other girls and I had been separated from the women who wanted to use the eggs; they had seemed like rich faceless people whom we knew would someday carry offspring from our eggs. But what were their struggles? What led them to the clinic? How long had they searched for children?