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
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.
This year is still in its infancy, yet so far it seems to be about endings.
Lifeslurper has a new home, the old run-down Camp Wobbles is no longer and the most enduring love of my life has gone. Both events coincided, as if to make what was always going to be a painful transition just that bit more straight forward.
Continue reading Goodbye sand dunes!
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.
Recently Lifeslurper was ‘outed’ by a reader comment left by Jodie. Not that I was keeping secrets. Clearly anyone reading this blog will know there isn’t too much I am prepared to leave out. It was just that I hadn’t quite got to that stage of the story. Okay, it takes me a long time to get to any part of a story. Any short story left in my hands can very quickly become a long story. I wrote a post called Fantasy IVF about all the extras that are required to get through this whole IVF business. I left out the fact that I have a fertility coach in that post thinking that I would quickly get around to revealing my secret IVF weapon. My fertility coach, Jodie Flynn saw the post before I got around to mentioning her and I was outed!
Continue reading Secret Lifeslurper Fertility Weapon
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 temptation is certainly there to associate all that is wrong about my world on the most obvious and recent of culprits. Continue reading A perfect time for IVF?
