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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 46 years old! Time for a baby is running out fast, so too is her sanity. Now it's 2010 - Lifeslurper and Wobbles are getting serious about this baby making business. Donor Egg Cycles are the way of the future and the future is NOW!

Two Days and counting before IVF Liftoff

    

The ancient society of Hormonia - Sailing down the Progesterone River, by the Temple of Syneronium

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.

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Relationship Clouds

 “I want to know why clouds

Come in between you and I”

From You in the Sky by Mike Scott

 

 

The honest truth is that lately I feel you have not really been there for me. Wherever ‘there’ is!

 

I suspect that supporting me through this is too much to ask of you, and now you are getting tired.

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Baby or Highway

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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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 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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