Some things the world may never understand

The question once was how many licks does it take to get to the center of a lollipop, now it is, how many dollars will it take to buy that baby. That is what goes on in an infertile's head. Instead of licks, its money, instead of a lollipop, it is a baby, a human life. The infertile rarely consider what it is like to be an unwed mother, scared, hopeless, lost, all they see is the perfect opportunity to get a baby. I wonder as to how many infertiles stop and think of the mother. How often do they walk past a pregnant woman and want that baby, or want a baby of their own. What the infertile want is their own child, made of their flesh, their blood, their bone, not a baby of one else's nature. If genetics did not portray such a vast role in this, the first option would not be IVF. If genetics did not portray such a vast role, they would not even try to create their own, they would just go straight for adoption. You know, as well as I know, that this is not the case. The case is the infertiles last option is adoption. Would you rather get the name brand that fits you perfect or the store brand that fits for the time being but will fall apart later down the road? In many cases, the infertile turns against the adopted once they see the adopted working on their dreams without the help of the infertile. In many cases, the infertile blame the adopted for the faults of the family. Why put blame on the child that is not yours to begin with?