Slogging through the 2-week-wait

Seven days post-transfer, I'm not always feeling as confident as I was when I wrote my last post. I don't really have a reason -- it's just that the two week wait is really, really hard.

Saturday we found out that 5 of the remaining 13 made it to freeze.  5 is a good number of frozens, but at the same time, I had thought more than 5 of 13 would make it. That was my first moment of doubt.

So I reminded myself that we transferred what looked like the very best 2 embryos last week, so that means none of those that made it to freeze looked as good as the ones we transferred (at least on day 3, doubtful voice says).

I remind myself that last time we only had 7 embroys and transferred 2 and it worked.

I remind myself that we've mostly determined where our issues lie, and those are entirely overcome by the IVF.

I remind myself I'm young.

I remind myself I've been pregnant twice before, which supposedly makes it easier for me to get pregnant again.

I remind myself I had absolutely no pregnancy symptoms last time before I had a positive pregnancy test.

All of those are great, but the fact remains that we've manipulated all we can at this point, and now we have to rely on the normal, natural processes. I have no control over these processes and at this point, I just have to wait. And it's hard.