I’m not going to lie. The day I found out the transfer was officially successful – I was pregnant! – was a little bit anti-climactic. Because I simply knew my body and its schedule, I was mostly assuming, by the time of the official test, only about a week and a half after the embryo transfer, that I was, indeed, pregnant. And that was absolutely thrilling. I wanted so much for this to work – and for it to work the first time. So, don’t get me wrong, I was  ...