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More single women in their 40s are using IVF to have children  https://www.npr.org/2026/01/12/nx-s1-5647761/ivf-fertility-motherhood-40s-cost-donor-decision

I'm glad to see that single mothers by choice are being recognized. I just wish more black women were represented. We exist. 


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