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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?

The new life starts here!

It’s that time of the year.

Being a glass half empty kind of a gal, I have to do my best to not view the year as being over by the time we pass June. It is a yearly ritual. Something I blame on too many years spent as a student*, viewing the world and indeed my life in terms of the calendar year. In the latter half of the year I tend to dismiss the months remain as the fag end of the calendar, making my own silent vows to make better use of my time in the New Year.

Since infertility and ART reared its ugly head in my life, I have become rather time obsessed. I am not suggesting that IVF has assisted me in making better use of my time. Sadly, the real result seems to be an acute obsession with passing time that seems to lead to even more time wasting than my old ways.

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It will all come out in the wash

It might have been the Clomid-sized headache or it might have been due to general IVF distraction.

Wobbles needed some clean clothes to pack for two nights away in the city. He’s travelled ahead to combine our long IVF test hike with some work-related meetings beforehand. I did a washing load exclusively of his clothing, and took it straight to the dryer. Our rainy location makes fresh air drying impossible at this time of the year. Had the dryer been located in the house, instead of the garage, maybe I would have noticed there was a problem beforehand.

I opened the dryer door to a cascade of newly-navy dotted garments. Seems like one of Wobbles’ beloved texta pens had stolen away for the entire washing and drying journey. This picture shows some detail of a once all-white tee shirt.

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Sleeping in The Windy City

Not since Lifeslurper’s country childhood has winter seemed so harsh. This season reminds me of cold nights spent in the old family weatherboard farmhouse on a windswept hillside, where a young Lifeslurper would lay awake waiting for one of any given tall member of the surrounding pine groves to blow over and crush us in our sleep.

Here at Camp Wobbles headquarters, the wind whips directly from over the sand dunes head on into the external walls of this high set house. Here a much older Lifeslurper now lays awake and worries about IVF and waits for the winds to tear the roof off the house. Continue reading Sleeping in The Windy City

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