What if my embryos are too weak to implant themselves into my uterine lining? Not everyone is strong. I’m not. I struggle to open jars. I can’t do more than a few push-ups. What if this embryo has my weak constitution? Oh, that’s right. This embryo doesn’t have any of my constitution. It’s got the dancer‘s DNA. Perhaps it’s better that way.
The other day I realized I was putting something entirely foreign in my body –something other than me. Someone else’s sperm AND egg. I wondered if my body would reject it, like a bad kidney. My grandfather once got a big wood splinter that he couldn’t get out. Weeks later, he cut his elbow and out of the wound flowed a piece of wood, like a raft that was carried through the rivers of his body and then exited when it hit shallow water. Either that, or his body spit it out like a fish bone or a watermelon seed because it just didn’t belong there.
I hope my body befriends the embryo. I’d hate to start our relationship on a sour note.