“Like I said. I wanted a child, so a surrogate seemed the way to go.”
“There are other ways to, ummm...get a kid. Do I need to explain the birds and the bees to you?”
He scoffed. “You’re hilarious.” He then sat back down and said, “I don’t like complications. I don’t like relationships. Getting someone pregnant the “natural way” wouldn’t be very conducive to my current lifestyle.”
“Ugghh...you make it sound so clinical.”
“The surrogate process is a clinical process...which is what I find so attractive about it.”
“I’ve never wanted kids,” I admitted, “so I don’t get what’s so attractive about any of it, being a surrogate especially sounds sucky. Like you carry someone’s baby for 9 months and you don’t even get to keep it afterward? Sounds like it would be a very emotionally charged situation.”
“That’s why it takes a special person to be a surrogate. Not to mention, I’m paying the person $50,000 per trimester.”
My eyes widened. “How many trimesters are women pregnant?”
He laughed. “I feel like that’s something you should know...given that you’re a woman and all.”
“Like I said, kids weren’t ever on my radar so I don’t even know.”
“Is that part of the reason things ended between you and your ex?”
I looked at him. “Now things are getting personal, I see.”
He shrugged. “You don’t have to answer that if you don’t want to.”
“No, it’s okay. He cheated. Got another woman pregnant and dumped me.”
“Sounds like a real winner.”
“I thought he was. I thought I was doing really good for myself by marrying him. I couldn’t have been more wrong.”
“We all make mistakes Trust the wrong people.”
Curious, I said, “Who did you trust?”
“My ex-wife.”
I was shocked. “You were married before?”
“Well, clearly...since I have an ex-wife and all.”
“You know what I mean. Tell me everything. What was she? A model, astronaut, brain surgeon?”
He laughed. “For the record, Candy is not my ex-wife and she is just a friend. She was helping me interview pediatricians. Not that that‘s happening anymore.”
“That’s a thing? Interviewing pediatricians before the kid even pops out?”
He nodded. “I have a whole list of things I need to do.”
“Woah, parenting in 2017 sounds intimidating.”
“It is.”
“And yet, you want to do it.”
He shrugged. “I never really had a functional family of my own, but that’s never stopped me from wanting to be a father.”
“Did you consider adopting?”