All three of our frozen blasts made it through the thaw. The doc said that they all looked pretty good and I didn't ask for any additional details because frankly what difference would it make. No matter what he might have said I would still be feeling the same things today, tomorrow and for the next two weeks: hope that it works and fear that it won't.
Despite the valium that I'd begged and begged for, the transfer was still excruciating. Last time was pretty awful too, but for some reason this time I just cried and cried through most of it. Maybe it was the anxiety of worrying beforehand that it might be that bad again. I really don't know why, but it sucked and all I could think was that it wasn't a good way to start things off. I think I was also pissed. Despite the horrible transfer last time (3 different speculums and multiple tries with several catheter); there were either no notes about it in my file or the doctor hadn't bothered to read it. Since he didn't mention anything I told him how difficult it had been and what had ended up working -- unfortunately, it still took ages and a lot of discomfort on my part before they were ready to transfer. But, at least that part is over now.
In the last 24 hours I've watched 3 discs full of House episodes, 1 movie, wrote out about 25 birthday invitations, and read half a book. Now all that's left to do is to wait, hope and try not to worry too much (hardy har har!.)