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.
With the arrival of every new calendar year comes that gaping sense of hope and possibilities, yet when you are in the midst of an infertility situation that no one (except an ever loving partner) see any chance of success, optimism is normally measured out in small doses.
Today Lifeslurper is featuring our very first guest blogger.
It is very fitting that this inaugural occasion should be given to Jodie Flynn; a woman who carries much of my survival through the wretchedness I know as IVF.
Sometimes it seems convenient to make infertility and the resulting IVF treatments the scapegoat for my problems.
Truth is, I had issues with depression, had lost my career, had gained weight, and had lost track of dreams (not necessarily in that order) before IVF entered the picture.
I can not blame infertility for my woes. However, the [...]