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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!

Why? Why do we do this?

Greek mythology tells of a king who was punished by Zeus. Sisyphus was sentenced to an eternity of rolling a huge bolder uphill only to watch it roll down again. The frustrating and repetitive nature of this task resulted in the expression of Sisyphean meaning something that is pointless or unrewarding. We do not need to look to ancient times for such an analogy; we have a perfect equivalent in our own contemporary times. Replace that punished king with an average woman who falls within reproductive age and is considered infertile, and substitute that bolder for IVF procedures and there you have it; a ARThean Challenge. Continue reading Why? Why do we do this?

Piggy in the IVF middle

Lifeslurper is having a bad day week month.

There are about eighteen incomplete posts half written for this blog, most of them not worth publishing. Why, that has never stopped me before, I hear you ask.

I feel completely without inspiration and purpose. Twins states I continue to spend most of my existence in. Conditions this blog was supposed to provide some respite from.

The pressures of infertility are becoming too much. Continue reading Piggy in the IVF middle

A perfect time for IVF?

Sometimes it seems convenient to make infertility and the resulting IVF treatments the scapegoat for my problems.

Truth is, I had issues with depression, had lost my career, had gained weight, and had lost track of dreams (not necessarily in that order) before IVF entered the picture.

I can not blame infertility for my woes. However, the temptation is certainly there to associate all that is wrong about my world on the most obvious and recent of culprits. Continue reading A perfect time for IVF?

Going for IVF gold

If eating was a competitive category of the current Olympic games I would be sporting more gold than Michael Phelps. Right now I could be sitting back taking it easy counting up the sponsorship millions I would be about to rake in over the next years while waiting for the closing ceremony to wind its way to an end at National Stadium (a.k.a. The Bird’s Nest.) Continue reading Going for IVF gold