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
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
It was never supposed to happen like this.
Today as my state and country observes a National Day of Mourning for the victims of the fires three weeks ago, I find myself launching head-long into a different kind of grief.
Perhaps it is something about disaster that makes us turn our thoughts to new life? However, here thoughts of a baby predated the fires, along with all of a dealings with fertility clinics. The fires helped me to feel that various daily concerns were petty and unimportant. Yet there is one unshakable truth. Our quest for a baby is an important.
This week has brought a stark reminder of how fraught with difficulty the desire to have a baby is for the aged and fertility challenged.
Continue reading Baby or Highway
