In a few days a big part of our lives will be no more. For the past six years our single surviving embryo has been in stasis; frozen in time. Here, but not here. The promise and whisper of another precious life, yes, but also its spectre.
The paperwork we can no longer ignore tells us its time is about to be up. And my husband and I must face the final hurdle of our infertility. Letting go.
This embryo comes from the same ‘batch’ that yielded us two healthy sons. If its brothers are anything to go by, then this frozen pea is one tough nut.
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