So I suppose IVF cycling is like riding a bicycle. It's more or less as I remember it. Only by now I know, the early follicle counts, E2 values, they don't mean much. It all comes down to a yes/no question: am I pregnant? And for that, we must wait. The first good indicator will be how many eggs successfully fertilize, which will be known early next week (probably Tuesday morning). If we can manage to transfer at least 2, we will be in the best possible shape to get pregnant. If it ends up being a single embryo transfer, I have zero expectation of getting pregnant (although I would still move forward with the transfer, because, hey! unicorns!). So until next Tuesday morning, I'm keeping busy with everyday life, pausing for a few minutes every evening to stab myself in the gut with some drugs, and then carrying on. I'm starting to get that old familiar heavy-in-the-middle feeling one gets from ovaries working hard at growing a dozen eggs, but other than that I'm just peddling away on this pink Huffy with handlebar tassles and a horn. Beep-beep. Beep-beep. Yeah.