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
The ancient society of Hormonia - Sailing down the Progesterone River, by the Temple of Syneronium
So here we are.
It has taken a very long and arduous effort, but we are back. Round Five of IVF is about to dawn.
In the last few weeks there has been the inevitable lead up.
Suspecting we have been numbed by all ART has brought us so far, other big important life events such as the long overdue release of Wobbles’ book got kind of lost in the maelstrom that is life immediately prior to a new cycle.
Continue reading Two Days and counting before IVF Liftoff
It was never supposed to happen like this.
Today as my state and country observes a National Day of Mourning for the victims of the fires three weeks ago, I find myself launching head-long into a different kind of grief.
Perhaps it is something about disaster that makes us turn our thoughts to new life? However, here thoughts of a baby predated the fires, along with all of a dealings with fertility clinics. The fires helped me to feel that various daily concerns were petty and unimportant. Yet there is one unshakable truth. Our quest for a baby is an important.
This week has brought a stark reminder of how fraught with difficulty the desire to have a baby is for the aged and fertility challenged.
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Newly post operative, post-illness and post-sanity Lifeslurper now attempts to dive headlong into the Christmas spirit by composing this yuletide re-work of a classic. To be sung to the tune of Tie Me Kangaroo Down, Sport….no just kidding…to be sung to the tune of The Twelve Days of Christmas.
Note to all critics (especially those who have previously savaged my attempts at lyrics or poetry) go easy! To Lifeslurper’s kind readers, by all means make suggestions for improvement.
Merry Christmas to all! Wishing postive results for those still waiting for one, and great health to those now on their way to parenthood!
The Twelve Months of IVF
On the first month of IVF,
My fertility clinic sent to me
A bill for thousands of dollars.
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