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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?

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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Weighting through infertility

In the time I have spent – no, make that wasted – fighting the battle of the bulge I have done many sums. They go something like this; it is half way through the year, there are 26 weeks left in the year. If I lost one kilogram a week for 26 weeks by the end of the year I’d be 26 kilograms lighter. These sums seem to always fit in with the calendar year. They get a full work out early in the year, towards my birthday and as the year slowly grinds its way to an end. They work in half kilogram increments, from a measly half a kilogram up to a greedily unsustainable 3 kilogram a week loss. The goal of my sums is to avoid another year, another birthday, another festive season or another summer as an overweight person. Of course, anyone who has ever tried to lose weight knows it isn’t that simple. It just doesn’t happen so neatly. Weight doesn’t come off our over burdened bodies in equal amounts. Packages of times – a year, or six months is never enough time to do all we need to reclaim our bodies. If it was there wouldn’t be a diet pill industry, a weight loss program empire or meal replacement brands available at every chemist. Continue reading Weighting through infertility

Stitching up the IVF game

It seems no matter how prepared you are for the ‘worst’ with IVF there are always greater depths to be explored.

Our fourth IVF cycle has now ground its way to a complete end.

There were a few close calls. Just when we thought we had it worked out, we were side-blinded – again.

Leaving before dawn yesterday morning we got to the clinic without a hitch. Considering our recent travel incidents, this was an excellent start. Continue reading Stitching up the IVF game