Odds

Throughout this whole process, we’ve been made aware by various doctors, nurses, and such of the odds of certain things happening…  40% chance of this, 20% chance of that, 4% of the other.

We’ve come to one conclusion which is best summed up by the immortal words of Han Solo:

“Never tell me the odds!”
- In response to C-3PO telling him the odds of surviving an asteroid field

Well, we’ve decided that we don’t want to hear them any more.  They just add worry and more crap to think about.  In the long run, we have 3 possible outcomes here.  Either a.) we don’t have good follicles and we don’t try to inseminate, b.) we get the insemination go-ahead but it doesn’t happen or c.) we achieve liftoff and get pregnant.

As such, we’ve just set our own odds at 33% for each.  If only to save our minds.  For the record, no… neither of us were math majors.

So, thank you Han Solo.  Thank you for voicing what we were both thinking.

And, as long as we’re keeping the Empire Strikes Back theme, the egg would be the large asteroid.  The sperm would obviously be the Millennium Falcon and the asteroids and TIE-fighters are what are keeping us from getting pregnant.  Which… um… I suppose makes the eventual baby the massive space slug that comes out of the asteroid… yeah… let’s just end this analogy now.