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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 47 years old! Time for a baby is running out fast, so too is her sanity. Now it's 2011 - Lifeslurper & Wobbles have moved into top baby making gear. Donor Egg Cycles are the way to go, after a long pause to take stock after a glorious donor egg BFP & the subsequent loss. This year saw 2 cancelled FET cycles, & and menopause causing delays.

Where to from here? After 10 cycles Lifeslurper & Wobbles now await their WobblyBub who is due in May 2012 - actually make that...um....*sigh*...what's the point?

Last Days of the Wobble?

Today has been exhausting. After a day of exhausting events I am home seeking support from you, the wonderful people of the blogosphere.

My gorgeous Wobbles is in the hospital. Our Easter Sunday had an early start with Wobbles waking in pain before 5 this morning. It quickly became a repeat of that day six weeks ago when we soon realized that we needed to seek medical assistance – urgently. Continue reading Last Days of the Wobble?

Baby Inertia

Lifeslurper and her motivation went their separate ways some years ago. The breakup was less than amicable. Neither party can trace the exact date that things began to go wrong. Subsequent countless attempts at reconciliation have all failed.

I have to admit I think more frequently about the issue of motivation (and my lack of it) than I do about the issue of babies (and my lack of those!) These major Lifeslurper themes are inexorably linked. If only I could be bothered to work out the reasons why. Continue reading Baby Inertia

Resisting the IVF struggle

Everyday I rejoice at my good fortune at meeting the delightful Wobbles. Seems we are a pretty good fit. So we met when I’d endured close to the twenty years of lonely single living punctuated with a progressively worse group of waster, loser, user, liar, and scoundrel men.

Before I happened upon Wobbles, I had finally accepted my fate; I had to take care of myself and my own future. I needed to look to things that would – as I faced my forties – be good for me. Eventually I realised the men I chose where a direct reflection on how I had become to view myself. No wonder I was being mistreated and had grown accustomed to living without respect.

Continue reading Resisting the IVF struggle