Posted in September 2012

Self-employed and on the juice

Self-employed and on the juice

Contrary to any wild delusions that absolutely no-one is harbouring, taking a morning cocktail of hormones is nowhere near as fun as, say, taking a morning cocktail of the usual variety. Mimosa? Fine. Whiskey sour? At least it’s bracing. Lupron and Gonal-F? Definitely not tempting. I reckon the impact would be about the same, though. … Continue reading

Codenames

Codenames

Nothing makes a somewhat exhausting effort seem more fun than giving it a codename. Aliases used thus far for either the process or the product: • “Operation Cranberry“, dreamed up by me and my bestie in Australia who had termed her efforts to get sprogged up Operation Blueberry, as it’s meant to be a superfood … Continue reading

The Lupron lag

The Lupron lag

My brain is cotton wool. I’m meant to be working on a big writing project, but I am sitting here eating cookies, reading the trash links on news websites and wondering if I’ll even make it to 1pm, which is the traditional time I’ve been passing out on the couch this past week. Welcome to life on Lupron. Continue reading

The running tally

The running tally

In case anyone else is considering heading down this path, here’s a heads-up of what’s been involved to this point: January 2011: Husband goes for snip-reversal. Gentlemen note: it’s waaaaay more invasive and painful than the original process. Told we have a 50/50 chance of it working. Afterwards, told by other doctors that the odds … Continue reading

Knocking up is hard to do

Knocking up is hard to do

I’m not sure if it was the safe-sex lectures or the ‘girls can do anything!’ career advice. Mostly I suspect was the absolute lack of decent men. Regardless, it seems that my many years of responsible, safe sex have been quite stunningly effective, for I am now 34 and trying to have a baby. Continue reading