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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!

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?

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!

Fantasy IVF

Some times I fantasize over the many luxuries it would take to make me pregnant. Sure many would disagree, feeling that regular trips to the hairdresser have nothing to do with fertility. I however, choose to differ.

When undertaking repeated cycles of IVF treatments, it is first essential to get over the idea that spending all those hard earned dollars in overcoming infertility is a luxury. Without IVF we have even less hope of having a baby. IVF treatments therefore become a necessity. One big financially-draining, stress inducing necessity. Continue reading Fantasy IVF