Hard to type lying down, so I'll keep it brief:
Two of the seven appeared to have arrested, making it only to four and five cells. As for the rest, there were two sixes, a seven and and two eights, all grade two (scale of one to four with one being best). We agreed with Dr. FYC in his recommendation to transfer the best four and discard the rest. No hope-filled popsicles for us.
Turned out the embryologist only ICSI'd the best-looking six eggs, all of which fertilized, and left the lesser lights to mingle with Jeff's swim team unchaperoned. One managed to do the deed.
We had the superfluous high-order multiples talk and then went to transfer, which was surprisingly painful this time, but over quickly. Unlike our last transfer, he guided the catheter by ultrasound, which we could see, and showed us as the eggs were inserted. That was pretty neat.
We have decided, at Jeff's urging, to pretend that I'm pregnant till proven otherwise. (Jeff, when presenting me with a big bowl of lunch--penne with pesto and ham--said to dig in, since I'm now "eating for five." He is saying "when," not "if.") I feel sheepish but a little exhilarated by the charade.
Beta on the 27th.