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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 46 years old! Time for a baby is running out fast, so too is her sanity. Now it's 2010 - Lifeslurper and Wobbles are getting serious about this baby making business. Donor Egg Cycles are the way of the future and the future is NOW!

Aiming for the IVF stars

 

Contrary to advice Teddy Lifeslurper kept all FSH in the one basket.

Contrary to advice Teddy Lifeslurper kept all FSH in the one basket.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sometimes the planets fail to line up in our favour.

 

Often life goes into a dark eclipse as the heavens throw us into chaos. While others enjoy light displays in the skies above us, the only clue of recent activity is the giant craters in my ovaries.  

Our fifth IVF cycle is over. It ended prematurely last week. There has been plenty of time to dwell on its failure since. The stars had fated this from the outset. The entire cycle seemed out of kilter, error upon mix up, topped with communication problems – it just never felt right.  

 

As I was being put ‘under’ Monday week ago, ahead of my egg pick up (EPU) I had a slight panic.   

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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. Continue reading Booking Myself in for ART

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.

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IVF Misunderstood and Under Attack in Australia

Oh my!

 

This peace loving Lifeslurper has been sidetracked by clinic and health issues for the last few weeks, while ART has made its way into our national headlines.

 

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