In fact, it’s quite the opposite in my case. Just during the last couple weeks I happened to meet:
A German lady with two adorable three-lingual girls, PhD in biochemistry, and Bulgarian husband.
A woman, who was a surrogate mother for her sister’s kid (the whole idea drives me crazy: she is a mother and an aunt to the same child).
An ex-ballerina who has three children adopted from Korea.
Everybody has a different story.
PS Why do I feel like writing in English?