It reminds me of that movie "The Ring", where they get the phone call and you hear (think scary whisper):
and then the phone disconnects.
Seven days until the transfer of some (hopefully) good embryos. I find out in 5 days how many embryos they thawed and the status of them.
I've decided that, at this point, there's nothing that I can do. Things are either going to work, or they're not. And that makes me feel better.