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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!

Resisting the IVF struggle

Everyday I rejoice at my good fortune at meeting the delightful Wobbles. Seems we are a pretty good fit. So we met when I’d endured close to the twenty years of lonely single living punctuated with a progressively worse group of waster, loser, user, liar, and scoundrel men.

 

Before I happened upon Wobbles, I had finally accepted my fate; I had to take care of myself and my own future. I needed to look to things that would – as I faced my forties – be good for me. Eventually I realised the men I chose where a direct reflection on how I had become to view myself. No wonder I was being mistreated and had grown accustomed to living without respect.

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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.

 

This year is still in its infancy, yet so far it seems to be about endings.

 

Lifeslurper has a new home, the old run-down Camp Wobbles is no longer and the most enduring love of my life has gone. Both events coincided, as if to make what was always going to be a painful transition just that bit more straight forward.

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Remember I love you!

Last night Wobbles held me as I sobbed uncontrollably.

“Remember I love you!’ It was more emphatic than his normal daily declarations. This one served a more important purpose.

‘Remember I love you!’ His words acting like an invisible lifeline thrown out across the very short distance between us.

Things have been slipping lately. In the two weeks since our fourth IVF cycle died with a whimper, I have felt my mood slipping downward to a well trodden area I’d prefer it not to go. Continue reading Remember I love you!

Message to My Baby

Only a few years ago you seemed lost to me for good. You were an impossible dream which I carefully hid as my secret desire. Years were flashing by and I was not brave enough to claim you on my own. You were moving further away from me and I could do nothing but watch. Then something wonderful happened; I met you father. Suddenly you were in reach. The world was an ideal place and there was enough love, time and devotion to bring you into this life.

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