At our transfer the next morning, the embryologist showed us photos of our two “class A” embryos, plus a third that had started to fragment, meaning it would not develop into a blastocyst. The transfer was calm, uneventful and surprisingly unemotional for both of us. The nurse silently pointed to the ultrasound screen to show me the two glowing white dots—the embryos that had just been implanted. I was ordered to rest on the gurney for about 20 minutes, then I could get dressed. We headed out with orders for me to rest at the hotel until suppertime. I was to take it easy for the next two weeks—no heavy lifting or exercise to speak of—then take a pregnancy test.