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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 47 years old! Time for a baby is running out fast, so too is her sanity. Now it's 2011 - Lifeslurper & Wobbles have moved into top baby making gear. Donor Egg Cycles are the way to go, after a long pause to take stock after a glorious donor egg BFP & the subsequent loss. This year saw 2 cancelled FET cycles, & and menopause causing delays.

Where to from here? After 10 cycles Lifeslurper & Wobbles now await their WobblyBub who is due in May 2012 - actually make that...um....*sigh*...what's the point?

Fantasy IVF

Some times I fantasize over the many luxuries it would take to make me pregnant. Sure many would disagree, feeling that regular trips to the hairdresser have nothing to do with fertility. I however, choose to differ.

When undertaking repeated cycles of IVF treatments, it is first essential to get over the idea that spending all those hard earned dollars in overcoming infertility is a luxury. Without IVF we have even less hope of having a baby. IVF treatments therefore become a necessity. One big financially-draining, stress inducing necessity. Continue reading Fantasy IVF

The IVF life crisis

Thoughts of ‘late’ life parenthood inevitably lead to discussions regarding health. Looking beyond all the media focus on the risk of miscarriage and birth defects to the older gal’s pregnancy, there is the idea that we need to be in the best health possible to tackle parenting head on.

Clocking up 43 years I didn’t actually feel much different than when I turned 40, or 35 for that matter. I did not become ‘old’ until I signed on for IVF. There had been no personal dramas in leaving behind my thirties. I had looked forward to settling in to what I thought I hoped was a new found maturity.

With the arrival of my beloved partner Wobbles and the resulting need for IVF, all thoughts of a graceful ageing flew (or were thrown?) out the window. It seems that in attempting IVF after 40, a women’s chronological years take on the equivalent of the ‘dog years’ formula. Since turning to IVF soon after the age of 43 I am now feeling like I am my dog year’s age of 185. Continue reading The IVF life crisis