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We might just make it after all

  1. One good-quality blast transferred, one blast and two morulae frozen.  (A very public thank you to Jo, who suggested in the comments that I ask for them to be frozen singly — that would not have occurred to me, so I appreciate the advice.)
  2. One measly Valium, which flattened me for the rest of the day.  It was like I'd been hit by a bus.  I called Julia after transfer, and God only knows what I said, but it was incoherent enough that when I called again later, she answered the phone, "Hi, hippie."
  3. One tam-o'-shanter thrown jubilantly into the air.  Thank you, Minnesota.  My work here is done.

(Full transfer blow-by-blow is over at REDBOOK.)