We might just make it after all
- 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.)
- 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."
- 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.)