I am in bed, computer on my lap (atop feather pillow of course), tea on the night stand, anxiously awaiting someone to feed me bon bons. Last night my darling personal slave, er husband, brought home dinner from my favorite restaurant. Life after transfer? Priceless.
The transfer went well. Both blasts survived the deep thaw, one an AA, one a BB. The pictures revealed that AA (clearly a girl) is a precocious little minx. She was busting out of her cell walls Mae West-like. BB is more reserved, a color-inside-the-lines type of blast. My hope now is that they decide to stick around for 3/4 of a year. I've done all I can do.
Now the hard part. The waiting. I didn't mind waiting from Friday, when we found out my lining cooperated, to the transfer yesterday. How joyful to know that we were going to be able to transfer. I didn't even worry about the blasts surviving; I knew one of them would. This waiting is the hard part. How do you temper thinking positively with protecting against disappointment? Attitude is so important in this process, but I'm not willing to lose myself again in the bitter, wrenching sadness of loss. (She writes with utter confidence that she somehow has that much control over her emotions!)
Enough about that. My question is: When is a reasonable time to test after a 5 day transfer? My beta is March 10, a whole 17 months away.