I've been home on my back for less than 24 hours, and I'm already going a little crazy. It doesn't help that the Mr. is also at home, basically yelling at me every time I get up to pee. A girl's gotta pee. The good (?) news is that I've got a bunch of work calls today, so at least my mind will be occupied. It's a little hard to feel authoritative when you're in bed in your jammies with two cats sitting on you, but that's about the best I can do today.
In not quite as good news, we got word this morning that only one of our other little guys made it to freeze. But he (she?) is a "big, beautiful blastocyst -- even bigger than the ones [we] put in yesterday," quoth the doctor. So we're thankful for that -- I guess I just got carried away in my mind that all of our embies would miraculously make it and that we'd have a basketball team.
And this is why you should never think about serious topics while on drugs.