Something that people who have ‘naturally’ conceived their kids have probably never thought of it… is this kid, for sure, 100% mine? Like, they took my eggs and hubby’s sperm but did they for sure mix them together? And if they did was it for SURE one of our embryos that wound up back inside me?
Now, I am pretty confident that Bean Sprout is made from both my DNA and hubby’s… but what a thought! A thought that was not helped when I started reading about mix ups in the USA this summer. Raising a baby that you thought was for you but wasn’t, that’s one hell of an unintended consequence for using ART to conceive! Then what the hell happens to these poor families once the mistake is found? That’s your baby that you love and carried, birthed, raised… what then?
I mean, where does Bean Sprout get his bum chin and super dark hazel eyes anyway?! (They’re from my mom, incidentally, but looks funny since neither hubby nor I express those traits). Things to ponder. Or not, if you ever feel like sleeping again!