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.
Continue reading Aiming for the IVF stars
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
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
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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