Following the yellow brick road: Luck O' the Irish?

It's been a roller coaster of emotions the last could of weeks. We had our transfer on March 12th. We transferred 2 embryos. Fingers crossed!!

I didn't plan on testing until Tues. That would be 5dpt5dt. Or 10dpo. Which is my normal day to get a +. But, Monday was calling to me. I hadn't bought any HPTs yet. And to test Tuesday morning I had to get them on Monday. Right?!?! Lol. Well I had no self control. I had to test Monday night. Nothing. Stark white. It's ok. We are only 4dpt at this point. If it would of been + it would be a high possibility of twins. While scary, it's do able. No worries. It's was neg anyways.

So, Tuesday comes around. I am getting my + today, right? Wrong! Test is still neg. I am upset. I can't believe there is not at least a squinter. I let my IM know. We are both super bummed. I just assumed it would work on the first try.
So, we start planning on a May cycle. They have one embryo left and we are going to give it all we got! So, planning ahead makes it better. We have a plan. I still have to take my meds because our beta isn't until Friday. Which sucks. But, what are you going to do?

Wednesday I decide to test just in case. Never know right? Well I shove the hpt in my pocket. (Don't ask, it's a peeaholic thing. Hahah). Take the dogs out and remember, oh hey! So, I pull it out and look. Oh bleeeppppp!

That's right! A line!! I had just about given up that this cycle worked. I was in total shock!!!

So, each day I am testing. Making sure the tests are getting darker. I had my first beta on Friday the 20th. The results.......,,,,23. What?!?!?! That's it? So, the tests continue.
This was Sundays test.