We’re sure our family is complete with our three boys so we’ve been thinking about what to do with our one frozen embryo. Because we did CGH testing, the gender is known but we never wanted to find out. Now that we’re pretty sure we’re donating our embryo to science*, we wanted to find out the gender.
Why? Well I think a teensy tiny part of us was hoping it was a girl because then maybe, just MAYBE, we’d consider trying for a fourth child. But then you throw in the idea of a medicated cycle — the injections, the pills, the hormones — with the slim chance the embryo wouldn’t make the thaw. Or it would but you’re almost 40 and the chances of it resulting in a live baby is tiny so it would probably all be for naught. I just don’t think I have it in me to deal with all that hope and despair again. Not to mention the drugs. No thank you.
So we found out our Lone Ranger is a boy. I guess DH only makes boys. I am lucky enough to have three of the most beautiful boys and I already don’t have enough arms to snuggle them all at once like they so often want so we complete our (very busy!) family here.
But then again, we’ll probably just continue to pay the embryo storage fees because neither of us will want to let it go.
I can’t help but wonder if those 9 embryos we put back before the successful cycle with the twins were all girls? We make amazing little boys but maybe we’re just crap at making girls.
(*I wish we could be into the idea of embryo adoption but for very personal reasons, we’re not.)