May 22nd, 1970
As I write these words, I cannot seem to wipe a smile off of my face! Oh, how good it does feel to be able to write such a thing—ah, what a productive day it has been! A month or so ago, a woman by the name of _ contacted me, stating her interest in being a surrogate mother. I had put up several advertisements under a pseudonym a month or so before, hoping to attract some attention. I was beyond ecstatic when she phoned me a little while ago, confirming that she would indeed go through with her word.
Only hours ago, I witnessed the start of my child's life. _ will be monitored daily at all times, along with the embryo. She is to report to me the status of the pregnancy and how she feels each and every day, to ensure that the experiment is going as planned; though, I reckon everything will work out just fine. I've spent innumerable sleepless nights perfecting this project, and I do not expect to see it fail. It is nice to think I have a leisurely night ahead of me, and to know I will go to sleep with a smile on my face.
Signed,
Alexander Ashford