The waiting game is killing me. I feel like a little kid waiting to open presents on Christmas. I thought going back to work on Thursday would help, but it hasn't. In fact it may be worse because everyone keeps asking how I am feeling, where at home I can lose myself in a book or tv. I do, however, work with some of the best girls. I came back to find some silly drawings and notes on my calendar, including a chicken sitting on 23 eggs on retrieval day :)
The doctor seems pretty optimistic about it working, but I am trying to not get my hopes up too much. He said there is a 68% chance of getting pregnant and a 60% chance for twins. We ended up with 6 frozen blastocysts, which is great for options in the future - if it works or doesn't. For now, we wait.