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Lifeslurper resides in a big brown land called Auuustralia. Her early years remain a mystery cloaked in a veil of depression. Age 42 Lifeslurper meets the vague but gorgeous Wobbles. “What took him so long to arrive?” She asks. They make their way together in the world just fine, but are not fine to make a baby – not without some outside help. Enter ART and 2008 the year of 4 IVF cycles & one lousy big fat negative. Lifeslurper is now 45 years old! Time for a baby is running out fast, so too is her sanity. What’s the plan for 2009? No one is really quite sure. Join Lifeslurper and Wobbles as they dither some more.

Infertility Completely Leaves you Whacked!

For reasons unknown to this Lifeslurper, I have never acknowledged ICLW. So here I go about changing this rather tardy state of affairs.

IcomLeavWe (frequently shortened to ICLW) stands for International Comment Leaving Week and is the brain-child of the marvellous Mel (aka Lollipopgoldstein) over at Stirrup Queens

For seven days each month, intrepid bloggers are invited by Lollipop to volunteer to be listed in the blogroll for ICLW. Each day we aim to leave 5 comments and return 1. Those brave souls that leave a comment on every blog on that month’s blogroll reach the grand status of ‘Iron Commentor’ and earn a blog icon to prove it.  Continue reading Infertility Completely Leaves you Whacked!

Miracle New Year babies

So Wobbles and I are not given much hope of achieving parenthood?

Well we decided to take matters into our own hands and go towards adoption.

World here for the first time are our new babies; Continue reading Miracle New Year babies

The Search for Dust Jacket Mountain

The first time we saw what was to be our new house was just hours after I had been in a car accident. 

I was sitting in the medical centre between the examinations by the nurse and a doctor. My neck and back where burning and tingling from whiplash. Wobbles was on foot walking from his work office to be by my side. I was waiting when Wobbles arrived. Dazed I said; “We have an appointment at 3.30 to see that house……” Continue reading The Search for Dust Jacket Mountain

Making home for baby

So that is how it feels! 

Now I finally get it. Twenty plus years of gritting teeth as every sister, sister in laws, niece, neighbour, friend, associate, new wives of old lovers, workmates had babies and launched themselves into family life, it has taken until now for me to feel anything beyond that brief pang of envy before wishing others a silent; ‘That is great for them, I hope they are happy…..’ 

For most of these years, I was a lonely single without the resources or the self-faith to attempt parenthood on my own. For the last few years I have lived as an ageing infertile having wildly poor cycle results from five IVF cycles. The only real difference in my feelings about the situations has been the poignance of these last few years. First, I was without child because I was hopelessly single. Now I am destined to not have a family and I have deposited that future squarely at the feet of my beloved Wobbles. It was one thing when I had only my own self to console; it is an entirely different matter now this leaves two people without children.  Continue reading Making home for baby