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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.

Booking Myself in for ART

Lifeslurper has overdosed on too many books relating to ART, IVF and being too old to have babies.

All I need is for someone to write the definitive Oh No I am Really Old and Now it Seems My Eggs Are Rotten tome and I might have something I can relate to.

Groomed for IVF

On the face of things, my fertility specialist and hairdresser have very little in common. Their work involves distinctly different regions of the body. Their skills potentially contribute to vastly different outcomes.

 

Heartbreak on admittedly varying scales can often be [...]

Why? Why do we do this?

Greek mythology tells of a king who was punished by Zeus. Sisyphus was sentenced to an eternity of rolling a huge bolder uphill only to watch it roll down again. The frustrating and repetitive nature of this task resulted in the expression of Sisyphean meaning something that is pointless or unrewarding. We do not need [...]

Piggy in the IVF middle

Lifeslurper is having a bad day week month.

There are about eighteen incomplete posts half written for this blog, most of them not worth publishing. Why, that has never stopped me before, I hear you ask.

I feel completely without inspiration and purpose. Twins states I continue to spend most of my existence in. Conditions this blog [...]