They called with the update - I was upstairs, trying to finish the window-blind install we'd started during halftime of the basketball game, so my husband answered the phone. "Oh," he said, "okay," and then got this look of complete confusion on his face, as if he had walked into what he thought was the Home and Garden Show but turned out to be the Bridal Fair. Confusion, plus slight panic. "Um, you'd better talk to my wife," he said, and the nurse told me that all seven were "still going strong," so we're headed in for a day 5 transfer on Tuesday.
Holy. Freaking. Cow. I realize we don't know what happens from here. I fully realize that there are absolutely no guarantees, that we could be heartbroken in just a few short weeks - but for now, for today, there's good news. And that will be enough for the day.