It does not seem right to want to choose the sex of your child. I can understand that some parents have a preference.
You only have to look at the problems brought in China and India.
This article from 2010 puts it very well, I think.
"And then the real clincher: wasn't sex selection for the benefit of the parents, rather than of the child? The report noted that, among some respondents, "The view was that it is one thing to wish to have a child of one sex rather than the other and another thing to take steps to bring it about, since positive intervention in this area changes one's relationship to the outcome, replacing hopes with expectations? Respect for the future child's value as an individual precludes the exercise of control by parents over the kind of child it is to be, including over its sex."
www.guardian.co.uk/lifeandstyle/2010/apr/03/sex-selection-babies
The article is very interesting and concludes....
"But at the heart of this debate remains the fact that every child, while belonging to one sexual group or another, is unique. When you have a child, you open yourself to that uniqueness ? our most intimate of relationships is with a person who starts out unknown to us.
So you choose your child's sex at a price. You compromise a little bit of that unknownness. You chip away at the idea of their uniqueness. And when you do have your baby, you don't get a generic girl. You get Susan. Or Jane. Or Eleanor.
Or Ted.
It is the end of the day and I've just collected Ted, the younger of my two sons, from his school. In the car, I tell him I've been writing about people choosing the sex of their children.
He says, "What did you want?"
"I don't know," I reply. Of course I know. "Before you were born, Granny used to say you'd be 'a little brown-eyed sister for Sam'. And then out came Ted!"
I look at my lovely son. Brown hair, freckles, lunch stains down his front, shirt hanging out. He's fiddling with the radio controls. He always fiddles.
He says, "I mean, if you had a baby now?"
"Well, of course I'd want a girl!"
He says, "Hmm."
"Girls are less trouble, you know."
"Yeah," he says. "But boys are funner.""