"I have a "higher level" question for you Dr Y... If we force people who are not supposed to have children, to have children, are we not tempting fate? Won't we increase our chances of having an abnormal product? Where is the line?" I was both devastated and impressed by my husband's question. Our doctor… Continue reading IVF: That’s what’s up!
"I'm scared of darkness. I'm scared of light. I'm scared of the monsters under my bed. I'm scared of earth worms and politics, dentists, ghosts and critique. I'm scared of yes. I'm scared of no. I'm scared of dying before I start to grow." - A translation of one of my very old poems from… Continue reading No clowns in this circus!
The rocket ship containing my two little follicles, lovingly nick named The Scientist & The Artist, unfortunately crashed in a fiery explosion. I expected it with severe PMS symptoms and spotting in my second week of the horrible TWW (two week wait). Still, hope is a resilient and foolish creature, always finding Googled symptoms in… Continue reading Not about me
NOTE TO SELF: Even if you wash the peri-peri (extra hot) spice from your hands after eating some amazingly hot Nando's, the chilli molecules will be absorbed by your fingertips, to only be activated when you: a.) Remove your contact lenses (my eyes aaaaaah!) b.) Put in a Progesterone vaginal suppository (suddenly my eyes are… Continue reading My Red Hot Chili Pepper
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
In the future, when I have enough time travel points to allow me to travel faster than the speed of light (which might be uncomfortable since I get motion sickness) and I'm allowed to return to some past moments, this would be one of them. I'm sitting at my vanity table, reflecting back at myself… Continue reading Trapped in amber
Have you seen the little girl, with tangled blonde curls, day dreaming and singing to herself? She has an army of nervous angels surrounding her, as she stumbles over the side walk, narrowly missing her loose shoe lace and oncoming traffic, completely oblivious. My poor angels complain to God constantly about my clumsiness and that… Continue reading Clumsy athletes and anxious angels
Please accept my apologies for only starting to recycle this year and for not always responding to messages on time. I would also like to apologise for hiding that Lindt chocolate slab in my bedroom, not sharing it with my husband and dad-in-law and feigning surprise when they couldn't find it. I'm sorry for being… Continue reading Dear Universe…