The magic number for today is 11. In my drugged haze I heard someone say four, at which point my brain was thinking "fuck", but my eyes and mouth could not coordinate a reaction. However, either I was imagining things or they were just talking about one ovary producing four as the number is definitely 11.
I am in absolutely no pain at the moment, which I am finding a bit creepy and unnerving. I am very tired indeed though, so I shall be retiring to my bedchamber for a couple of hours. I will write up a more extensive catalogue of my first retrieval experience later, as there were a few things which left me making mental blogging notes.
Thank you to everyone for all the brilliant comments lately. I apologise for acting like I'm the first woman ever to undergo IVF. Pansy.