Two Week Wait

This morning, we dropped Khloe off with her Grandpa in Carmel and got to Family Beginnings at 8:30am to prep for the transfer at 9am.  The embryologist was very happy to show us the pictures of the two blastocysts that survived (and are thriving) for our Day 5 transfer.  This is our first time doing a Day 5 transfer -- we have done two Day 3 transfers in the past.  The transfer procedure is much less invasive than the egg retrieval.  No anesthesia, thank God!  I did have to take a valium one hour before hand, but that was it.  Kellen was dressed in his scrubs, booties, and hair net (LOL) sitting next to me talking to the doctor about the Colts game yesterday while I was laying there with that gooey gross gel on my belly so we could watch the transfer on the TV via ultrasound.  Everything took no more than 5 minutes. Then, I was instructed to lay down in our room for 20 minutes before we could head out.  We left with our blastocyst print out and 2 ultrasound pictures of our little ones after the transfer while in my uterus.  Now, we wait.
Some say that the two week wait can be more emotionally difficult than the two weeks of treatment.  I think it's worse if your a worrier, which I tend not to be.  I heard a sermon at Northview Church once where Pastor Steve Poe said that worrying is the opposite of faith.  God controls it all so who are we to worry about anything, or to think that worrying will change the result of anything.  So this is me choosing not to worry and choosing to have faith that no matter what the outcome, God has a plan for my life and I am not in control.
I feel relieved that the IVF process itself is now over.  I am grateful for this procedure and grateful that we have the opportunity to do it.  But I would be lying if I didn't say it's one of the most emotionally and physically demanding things I've ever done in my life.  I went to crossfit last week (Monday and Tuesday) before the ER on Wednesday, and it was like a light switch on my body.  I felt great, strong, and energetic on Tuesday and then Wednesday I felt fatigued, SUPER bloated (by that I mean I felt about 12 weeks pregnant), and about 10lbs heavier (which may be an exaggeration, but that's what it feels like).
From here on out, I am instructed to have Kellen shoot me up each night with a HUGE needle full of progesterone oil up until 12 weeks of pregnancy.  We are on day 4 of these shots and I just don't know if I can handle 3 months of it.  They are scary looking and they hurt!  Also, I go in one week to have my blood drawn to check progesterone and estrogen levels.  And last but not least, I will have the final blood draw for the pregnancy test on Christmas Eve.  I guess I will spend my two week wait watching Christmas movies, finishing my shopping, and trying to squeeze in a couple HSPUs because I heard that standing on your head helps with pregnancy.  Haha!  Just kidding!  Kind of!