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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 45 years old! Time for a baby is running out fast, so too is her sanity. What’s the plan for 2009? No one is really quite sure. Join Lifeslurper and Wobbles as they dither some more.

The ART Dung Heap

Lately I have spent far too much time contemplating the ART scrapheap.

 

Another predictably downbeat appointment with the fertility specialist, more delays and a 45th birthday end date looming large has brought Lifeslurper to even more reflection. I suspect that this [...]

Groomed for IVF

On the face of things, my fertility specialist and hairdresser have very little in common. Their work involves distinctly different regions of the body. Their skills potentially contribute to vastly different outcomes.

 

Heartbreak on admittedly varying scales can often be [...]

Turning to Dorothy the Dinosaur and Thomas the Tank Engine

Well it is now over a month since our latest IVF cycle not so much ended with a bang, but died with a whimper. Wobbles and I are still scratching our heads as to which way to go. We are officially on the clinic’s donor egg top 100 list, languishing [...]

Lifeslurper’s nom de plumage

Watch out world! Lifeslurper is writing a book.

Now before you all go out and pillage local publishers for showing such poor taste, please note this is only a pipe dream. One of those many things that infertility and the ensuing IVF treatments prompt me to recall.

Creativity is extremely important to this little brown duck. Yet [...]