Today's transfer went amazingly well.
We met with Dr. Cheery, who told us that we had a choice to make. They thawed all 8 of the day 2 embies, and ended up with five-two that looked really good, and then three that they would watch for a few days, and, if they go to blast stage, will refreeze. So, our choice was either transfer the original two in, or add one more that looked good. Since adding another one isn't going to up our chances of pregnancy, only a greater chance of multiples, we went with the two (which we were told were a 7-and 8-celled "very good embryos-they don't do grading at BIC), which both Dr. Cheery and the embryologist were happy about.
I got a nice surprise in the OR, when Dr. Cheery and the embryologist approached the table with the pictures-the 8-celled embryo became a morula since earlier today-it just confirmed the choice we made about only transferring two. So, in they went, with no problems.
Of course, being the overachiever that I am, I drank way too much water beforehand. Like, I almost wet myself in the waiting room. I actually had to void a small cupful before the transfer-let me tell you, I must have great Kegel muscles, because it took everything I had not to finish peeing once I started. I was still full though, and, for the first time in my life, I had to use a bedpan in the recovery area...and filled the whole damn thing....ewwww. Hey, it's better than peeing myself, the doctor or the nurses. I guess there's got to be a first for everything.
Thanks to all of you for your good luck mojo (and Shelli-thanks for the voicemail-I let Sean listen to it and he had a chuckle at your whoo-de-ha reference) and kindness. It means even more, considering neither of our families know about this cycle (we only told two really close friends who are sworn to secrecy). So, thanks again-you all rock.
So, that's it. Beta is on the 21st. Everything that can be done has been done. There's nothing left to do but wait.