A Little Bit Pregnant

I had my embryo transfer today and it hurt, but we got to watch on the ultrasound screen as the doctor implanted the embryos. I cried and Charlie squeezed my hand. It was as beautiful as getting impregnated in a lab can be. The 5 additional people in the room sort of killed the ambiance, and the speculum nixed any feeling of warm and fuzzy, but I am grateful to have this chance. They gave us pictures of our embryos...they are just 7 cells each and kind of look like a blob. If we do have a baby, when she ;) is older, we can show her the pictures and say, "Now, you are one of these blobs of cells. We're not sure which, but they are both fine looking blobs".
We now have the dreaded two week wait. In two weeks, I go back for a pregnancy test at which time, I will officially be pregnant. Apparently, this is a part of the process where you play all kinds of super fun mind games with yourself about being pregnant or not or losing embryos. I am TERRIFIED I am going to do something to make them not stick. I have been assured that staying hydrated and getting enough rest are pretty much the best precautions I can take. It just seems like I should be able to do more. The doctor said, "You really need to accept that the rest of this is out of your hands." I may start repeating that, like a mantra. We will know on Wednesday of next week if we have any embryos that are strong enough for future tries.