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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 Cult of Desperation

Our Last Chance Cycle will kick off soon. I have decided (with Wobbles’ approval) to do things a little different this time. I am calling on some extra help with the knowledge this might be a little controversial, and possibly a lot desperate.

It all probably amounts to too little too late as well.

Lifeslurper readily admits [...]

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 [...]

Goodbye sand dunes!

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.

The Twelve Months of IVF

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 [...]