Our cleaning guy's wife offered to carry a baby for us just last week: gestational surrogacy. And while it was a beautiful offer, and she was 100% on board (this woman quote "loves being pregnant" and has delivered two healthy beautiful kids of their own, and the idea was all her own), that ship sailed for us several years ago (when we may have leapt at the chance.) When i was first told of this offer ( i heard it first, before my wife) i mentally started the process of getting excited about possibly having a child, in 2020 no less, at 41, on the assumption that my wife would 100% want to give it a shot. But, she has several years on me, and even she was like "i just don't want to have a teenager in my mid 60's. I want you/us to be able to "retire" early, buy land in exotic locales, all of it." so we graciously and with MUCH loving gratitude, declined. Emotional couple of days, but ultimately helped us finally just put all of the "what if's" to bed. anyway, my sister has 3 kids so the genetics continue, just not mine. We're all just specks of dust floating around in space anyway, and legacy is really just peer pressure from dead people.