As for me, my egg retrieval went quite well.
I did realise today what a shockingly bad influence I have been on DH though. He is a nice Southern boy from the bible belt and never used to say anything worse than 'darn' when annoyed. But today when we got stuck behind an idiot driver on the way to the clinic he was roaring about "fucking wankers who need to learn how to bloody drive."
I can't imagine where he learned language like that, nothing to do with his nice English wife I am sure...
We got there in plenty of time though and got settled into our room. But when the nurse tried to put in the IV for my anesthetic she bodged it up and left a massive bruise on my hand. She apologised and fled to get the anesthesiologist saying he would do it right. So he went for my other hand and promptly did exactly the same as the nurse had done. So that was two mortified HCPs in my room and they still hadn't got me hooked up
Fortunately they got it right 3rd time.
I ended up with 11 eggs, so a pretty decent haul, even if not quite as many as I might have hoped for.
I feel surprisingly okay for having been knocked out and poked up the fanjo with needles, and didn't take them up on their offers of prescription painkillers and have managed with just a couple of paracetamol.
I'm not sure I'll be able to sleep until they call me tomorrow and let me know how many (if any) have fertilized though.