"Here is a pic of what our little blastocysts look like!" I boasted on family message groups and Instagram like the mad scientist I am. I walked around with a stupid grin on my face all of Saturday. I even smiled broadly at pregnant ladies and high fived some kids in the grocery shop. Sunday… Continue reading My rollercoaster hit a low curve…
It happens unexpectedly. At 4 o'clock in the morning I wake from a dream where a panel of ex-boyfriends are told that I'm infertile and that they all probably dodged the same wonky, polycystic bullet. The grandfather clock chimes: 04:15 - I start thinking about managing the lab team since our boss is on leave… Continue reading Secret stress & panic rooms
Cytoplasmic rapids are rushing over molecular structures. Cells are vibrating and dividing to the rhythm of my biological "ticks" and "tocks". My mitochondria power stations are a bit slow to start this morning. Although it's early, a board meeting is in session and the gods are discussing the rearrangement of my ancestors' DNA. Just like… Continue reading The Artist & The Scientist
I never wanted to be the red eyed, slurring, drunk lady at the bar who shares her tragic story with whomever is unfortunate enough to wait a little too long for their cocktail/beer/brannewyn & Coke. We all have that one aunty whose service providers are always unreasonable and that one friend whose boyfriends are always… Continue reading Graciously vulnerable
What do you do when you don't know what to do? No, uh... I'm asking you! I don't quite know how to stumble forward. I am incredibly confused. I don't know what to write and so I force myself to start a story without plot, heroes or... even high school vampires. I start washing a… Continue reading Wondering, wandering, wonderful wonder woman
In Monday night’s dream I was lost in the fertility clinic, which looked like an enormous mall, complete with coffee shops, clothes stores and movies. I saw an old Professor from my work, who is very chatty and I started running away from him, avoiding his gaze, evading his questions and hoping he won’t see… Continue reading Down go the pills and the emotions
I'm sitting on top of my bed with the sun washing over my toes, tea incubating in my throat. I'm at home due to unforeseen panel beating issues. Let's just say that we've taken three Uber rides to go pick up my car just to be told that it's not ready for collection. I am… Continue reading Ah, ah, ah, ah, Stayin’ alive! Stayin’ alive!