Friday, October 23, 2009

New Digs


So you may be stumbling across my blog via ICLW or perhaps you used to read me but haven't checked in for awhile?

Well short history, we've been trying to get knocked up AND stay knocked up for 10 years now. We've had 5 miscarriages, two this year.

We've now decided to step off the train and try to live our life without children.

Subsequently I've decided to start a new blog which can be found here so please come on over and follow my/our journey there!

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

the end of the road post

it's over

i'm done ttc

if i get knocked up so be it

but we are not actively trying

instead we are living

with this decision comes a new blog

at a new addy

i will still blog about life after ttc

but i will become one of those rareties in our blogosphere

a ttc who is now blogging about life after ttc

not actively ttc

i've noticed that there are not many of us around

and so i'm happy to add my new blog to this group

i'm hoping i don't lose any of my readers in my move

i love you all very much and appreciate all of my readers thoughts

and of course comments

my new blog can be found here:

please please PLEASE come over and keep reading me

i don't want to be lonely over there!

Monday, October 19, 2009

The Ever Wonder Why Post

do you


wonder why

some people

have lots of followers

and others hardly any?

i ponder this when i click on some blogs

and they have few comments

and then others have well into the double figures

both bloggers write well

both are likeable

and yet one receives more traffic

more support

and more comments

i wonder why?

[as you can see i'm procrastinating rather than write what i have to write about]

Saturday, October 17, 2009

The Obsession Post


BikerMan and I had a huge fight the other night

This fight was followed by a huge talk


I am obsessed by all things trying to conceive

All things baby

Getting knocked up

Now this may come as a surprise to some of you

If it does, please I insist that you take a moment

Sit down

Place your head downwards between your knees



It of course did not come as a shock to me

I mean come on, it's been 10 years

You don't manage 10 years without dedication

and a bit of hardcore obsession

Our conversation did however come as a shock

And I think it could may very well be the clincher

In whether or not our ttc journey is going to continue

Or end

I am thinking it may be the latter at the moment

While I still ponder, let me ask, are YOU obsessed by trying to get knocked up?

Are you constantly thinking about pregnancy, babies and how to get one of your own?

Do we need to start a TTC Anonymous?

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

The Envy Post

Isn’t it strange how we all envy someone who has something we want but that those things we envy are so completely different for each person?

Kate over at Maybe Baby? is wanting to be in her second trimester (completely understandable after what she’s been through, I’d want to be in the second trimester too!) - you know I'm rootin for ya honey! (thats cheering you on in Aussie slang! Though it does have another meaning too but we won't go into that!).

In complete contrast I’d be happy to be where she is right now, still knocked up and willing my second trimester to come hurtling toward me with gusto!

Others have told me while they don’t envy my miscarriages [after all who would?], they do envy the fact that I’ve managed to at least get knocked up, there are plenty out there who don’t even know if they can get knocked up.

There are those who are TTC and envy those who at least have a diagnosis as to why they can’t get knocked up. Unknown Infertility is hell on earth. If you don’t know what’s wrong then you can’t fix it, hence no solution. I envy those who have been lucky enough (that soooo doesn’t sound right but really there is NO other way to phrase it!) to find a reason behind their recurrent miscarriages, I haven’t been that lucky, I fall into the unknown zone and it’s a zone I hate because there is no solution so all I get is keep trying and one day one may stick. Ugh yeah my heart doesn’t like that plan very much.

No matter where you are on your InFertility journey, you will always find that there is someone who you envy and there will be someone envying your position in the journey.....such is life.

Monday, October 12, 2009

The Descent Post

At some point last night, the descent started.

Early this morning I could see the bottom.

This afternoon I hit the bottom.

By early evening I had no fingernails left due to scrapping at the side trying to ascend again.

The darkness is blinding.

The silence palpable.

Have you ever just sat and felt your emotions taking over your body?

It starts out as a calm, much like before a storm. Silence, stillness, you know it's coming you're just not sure when.

As I sat in the darkness this afternoon, let my mind empty and just sat there.

Me heart started beating faster first.

Then my breathing caught up with it.

My eyes twitched before releasing tears.

I sat there, so still while I felt a tear well up in the corner of my left eye.

It built up and up, teetering on the cusp of my lower lashes, until my eye could hold it no longer.

I felt it spill over onto my cheek.

I felt it begin it's slow slide down my cheek and as it reached my lips, I felt another escape from my eye.

Before I knew what was happening, the tears were freefalling down my face and my heart had begun to ache.

It's ironic that just as I'd decided that this blog was about to take a happy turn, I was going to see the positives and just take life as it comes, I experience a loss.

It's as if, even when I'm focussing on the positive and enjoying what I have in life rather than being sad about what I don't, the Universe comes along and slaps me in the face and says "hey sunshine welcome back to the real world!"


Thats the word for the day, evening, week. It's a word I cannot get out of head no matter how hard I try.

It feels that every time I try to achieve something, I fail at it.

I will be sad if I never become a Mother. I will be devestated if I never make BikerMan a Dad. I will feel like a failure, like I seem to be, like I feel I already am.

A failure at being a wife.

A failure at being a woman.

[I wanted to add that while I understand my blog is currently sounding sad, depressed and morose, I apologise but this is how I'm feeling right now. I need to get these feelings out, if I don't well......I can't even put it into words. This is my outlet, where I come for support. Support I need more than ever right now because I'm choosing not to share this with the people in my life in the "real" world. That might sound insane in itself but my heart and my head cannot handle the questions and there would be questions and the level of support I would get from the people in the "real" world woud be minimal going off past experiences.]

Sunday, October 11, 2009

The I Don't Know What To Post So I Will Ramble Post

I am sorry that I haven't posted in a few days.

If I knew what to post, I would have posted earlier.

However, I did not.

I drafted a post many a time in my head, came to the computer and waited for it to transpire through my fingers onto the keyboard.

That never happened.

It's been a tough week and a half.

It was my Dads 65th birthday on the 7th. He of course isn't here to celebrate it. We went out to dinner and toasted him in his absence.

My due date for my 4th miscarriage was yesterday - the 10th. It came and went, I tried not to think about it - that obviously [as usual] did not work.

I don't have the ability to put grief on top of grief and I haven't finished - in fact not even really acknowledged so therefore started - my fifth loss yet.

Throw into the mix a couple of "omg I'm pregnant" announcements in the "real" world and a couple of longterm ttcer's in the ALI blogosphere annoucing their happy knocked up news [which I have to say I AM truly happy and thrilled for them but well sorry guys if I haven't come across as super excited and happy for you but I'm kind of living my own hell at the moment - I hope y'all understand!] and well I'm surprised that I've managed to drag myself out of bed all week if I'm honest.

And so my fifth loss.

I've had so many people this past week [not that I've told a whole heap of people, in fact none in "real life", I just can't and couldn't handle the questions] tell me that I will have a baby, I just need to keep the hope alive.


I understand people only say these things to help me stay positive but telling me things that aren't true and are unlikely to come to fruition actually do not help the situation.

In fact all it does is ram home the fact that no, unlike some who miscarry, I'm not actually going to pick the magic door and come home with the prize. Instead I'm going to be the sucker who gambles the big win on a "chance" and come home with fuck all while the audience laugh at me.

I've had people who tell me that they too have miscarried BUT they accepted that their baby wasn't ready nor healthy enough to come into the world just yet and so they were grateful that they miscarried. That they applied this thinking to all 3 or 5 or 7 miscarriages that they had to endure to get their 2 or 3 or 4 or 5 healthy children.

And that my friends is the kicker right there.

Their 2 or 3 or 4 or 5 healthy children.

Now in no way am I discounting the pain they endured having miscarriages.

Miscarriages are hell on earth and I wouldn't wish my pain or heartache on even my worst enemy, believe me.

However yes, my miscarriages perhaps may be less taxing on my soul had I been lucky enough to have successful pregnancies and healthy children between them.

However I have not.

I've fought to become a Mother for 10 very long years. Answering question after question as to why we don't have children yet, if we're going to have children and whether that healthy glow I have is because I'm pregnant? (no my cheeks are red because I've just been crying - again!).

The questions have started going around in my head.

Why is the one that pushes to the front, barrelling all the others out of the way.

I must have been really bad in a previous life.

I must have some bad karma lingering around me in this life.

I was 6 weeks and I knew I was knocked up before I took the test.

I knew I was miscarrying as soon as I went to the toilet that day.

Isn't it profoundly sad that I wasn't surprised to miscarry?

This is what sex and pregnancy has come down to.

You have sex.

You may fall pregnant.

You will then more than likely [going off your track record/past history] spontaneously abort your child.

On one of the forums that I post on, another regular poster on a thread I too am a regular on, was due the same time I should have been had I not had my 4th miscarriage. Isn't it pathetic that while she was giving birth, I was experiencing yet another miscarriage?

She got a [no doubt] beautiful baby girl, I got another crack in my heart.

I fear any more cracks and my heart will void it's warranty and I'm not sure I can live with a broken heart for the rest of my life.

Could you?

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

The Straw That Broke the Camel's Back Post

I always wondered what it would take to break the camels back.

I've also always wondered where the "the straw that broke the camels back" phrase came from?
I mean straw isn't very heavy so it would have to be bales of hay being dropped onto that camel from a great height for it's back to be broken right?

As you can see I obviously have too much time on my hands right now, coupled with the fact that I've been thinking about anything AND everything to distract my mind from the one thing that I don't want to think about.

It hasn't been working.

My last post on this was vague because I just couldn't put my heart through dealing with it. Nothing has changed except to say that I've admitted it but I don't feel as expected.

I've just suffered my 5th loss and I feel numb.

I don't feel angry.

I don't fee sad.

I'm not asking why me?

I am however asking - whats the matter with me?
Why am I feeling like this?
Why am I feeling nothing?
This isn't normal and I do not like it.

Is this what it has come to? Where I've suffered so many losses that my heart doesn't even recognise them anymore? It's that glazed over? It has such a blase torwards pain that nothing can hurt it anymore? I find that hard to believe and yet I have no other explanation as to why right now I'm just numb.

Now understand when I say numb, I mean exactly that, no feeling, walking around in a daze, letting life happen around me. I'm here in my life but not really contributing in anyway shape or form.

Each day is blending into the next and yet I don't know where one ends and the next begins.

Do I think this WILL be the straw that breaks the camel's back? I don't know but can I experience a 6th loss? No, no I can't. Yet then I never thought I'd be able to experience a 5th losse or a 4th, 3rd or 2nd but I did and here I am still standing after all those losses.

5. Five. 4 plus 1. Six minus one. F.I.V.E. losses. 5 lives that won't enter into mine and BikerMans. Five lives that we won't get to share. 5 births we will never experience. Five first birthdays we will never see.....

I really don't like the number FIVE anymore.....

Monday, October 5, 2009

Two Homes

So I thought about it last night and read this mornings comments on my previous post (thank you all so much btw for your input, it's VERY much appreciated!) and have decided to maintain BOTH blogs.

Here's the twist.

Blogger will remain my MAIN site to blog at but when I feel the need to rant and rave and password protect, I will post over at Wordpress and then link back to it here at Blogger.

I am reluctant to leave Blogger because I do like the fact that I can customise it and make it look pretty much how I want it to and you can't do that with Wordpress. In fact the only think Wordpress has going for it, IS the fact that you can password protect it.

Sunday, October 4, 2009

New Home

So even after redoing my digs and giving them a makeover, I'm still not happy...*sigh*

A few people recently have said that they wish they could password protect certain posts and this thought has been dancing across my mind of late too. If I could limit who saw what I typed in certain situations I'd be more tempted to be alot more open than I already am.

It frustrates me how blogger doesn't give you the option of only password protecting certain posts and so I'm contemplating a move to WordPress.

Here is the link....

Please people I'm after your thoughts! What do you think of how my other blog looks like? Do you blog at blogger, Wordpress or self host and why do you blog where you do?

Even though I've imported my posts to the other blog, I'm still in two minds as to whether to 'move' there or not....

I will be waiting with baited breath on people's thoughts!

Saturday, October 3, 2009

The AF That Wasn't My AF but I'm Not Ready to Acknowledge What It Was Post

I won't go into details.

I can't go into details.

IF I acknowledge it,
or write about it
then my heart has to be exposed to it
right now....
it simply cannot handle that.

Friday, October 2, 2009


Soooooo I've been lucky enough to get two awards of late but have been slack and not blogged about them!

The first was from Seraphim over at Oh, the possibilities! and it was an Honest Scrap award. This award means alot to me because it's the one thing that I try to be most of all on this blog - honest. It may not win me any friends and at times it may lose me readers but when I'm being honest about my feelings, my thoughts and my experiences then I'm being true to myself. My blog is my sanctuary, where I can be myself uncensored and just be.

I now have to tell you ten things about myself. You're not supposed to know these things about me but after the week I've had, I may cheat and throw some things in that you already do know about me, if you find you do, my most humble apologies and please ask for a raincheck for a complete new fact about me in the comment section!

#1 BikerMan and I met on the internet a week after I arrived in Europe to work as a Nanny for an American family. We spoke on the internet for hours every day for a couple of weeks before we spoke on the phone and then at the end of the month he came down to where I lived so we could meet.

#2 He proposed a month after we met (and I'd accepted!) and we were married a year after we first met.

#3 BikerMans family boycotted our wedding. They loved me til we said we were getting married and then they turned into the family that likes to hate. They didn't care that I made him happy, all they could see was that I was "taking him away from them" and so they ruined our day. His Dad didn't bother to come at all and the rest of his family walked out after the ceremony. To this day we still don't speak to his parents and have only just recently started speaking to his sister again after 8 years of no contact. 10 years on we get the last laugh because we're still together and as in love as ever.

#4 I will never EVER forgive his family for how they made BikerMan feel on our wedding day, nor will I ever forgive them for ruining our wedding day - when I think of our wedding day, their behaviour is all I can think about.

#5 BikerMan is 10years and 3 months older than me and yet I still love him and his ever greying hair - he says it's my fault his hair is grey (and yes I'm laffin my arse off as I type this!!)

#6 I love BikerMan a little more each day - something I never thought possible.

#7 I hate spring because I get hayfever and the season is just about to swing into action here.

#8 I have a secret desire to be thin, wear black jeans, a long black leather coat, paint my nails black, wear heavy eye makeup and not care what anyone thinks about me!

#9 I loooooooong to know how to apply great eye makeup! I sooooo want to do "smoky eyes" but have never mastered it yet - anyone want to teach me?

#10 I miss my beloved Dad more and more each day.....

My nominees that I'm going to pass this award onto are:-

Irish Girl

Hopes and Dreams for Us


Maybe Baby

and last but not least Sass from Secret Life of Sass & Lex

My second award is from Sass over at Secret Life of Sass & Lex and it was an Over The Top award which I sometimes think my blog is LOL but I make no apologies for!!

Ok so I have to answer the below questions with only ONE answer:-

1. Where is your cell phone? KITCHEN
2. Your hair? UP
3. Your mother? WONDERFUL
4. Your father? MISSED
5. Your favorite food? MOST
6. Your dream last night? VIVID
7. Your favorite drink? COFFEE
8. Your dream/goal? HAPPINESS
9. What room are you in? LOUNGE
10. Your hobby? BLOGGING
11. Your fear? UNHAPPINESS
12. Where do you want to be in 6 years? D/KNOW
13. Where were you last night? IN BED
14. Something that you aren’t? HAPPY
15. Muffins? NO
16. Wish list item? TRAVEL
17. Where did you grow up? OSTRAHHHHHLIA
18. Last thing you did? TYPED
19. What are you wearing? CLOTHES
20. Your TV? ON
21. Your pets? ASLEEP
22. Friends? V.FEW
23. Your life? SO-SO
24. Your mood? DOWN
25. Missing someone? YES
26. Vehicle? GOES
27. Something you’re not wearing? SOCKS
28. Your favorite store? IKEA
29. Your favorite colour? BLUE
30. When was the last time you laughed? THIS AFTERNOON
31. Last time you cried? TONIGHT
32. Your best friend? IN TRANSITION
33. One place that I go to over and over? BEACH
34. One person who emails me regularly? BIKERMAN
35. Favorite place to eat? HOME

I'm passing this award onto:-

Mindful Meandering

My Grasp At Sanity

No Oven for The Bun

Crazy Lady Ramblings

and last but not least Oh, the possibilities!

I hope I haven't bored you all too much with my dribbling tonight, back to normal posting tomorrow!!

Thursday, October 1, 2009

TGIT - Thank God It's Thursday

Yes yes I know it SHOULD read Thank God It's Friday - TGIF and normally it would


Thursday is my Friday and so from this week I will be making a TGIT post and my fellow bloggy friends do not despair, do not read my TGIT posts and think cow! How dare she celebrate her weekend a day before we get to! Who does she think she is? Instead look at it as getting into the weekend celebrations early!!

And so tonight in true TGIT style, I'm bustin out my dance moves all over my lounge room while my dogs (and BikerMan I might add!) look at me like I'm having some kind of medical seizure and debate whether to call the men in the white coats from the asylum or the ambulance service!!

And what am I bustin my dance moves to? Well this of course, a video compiled of the dance moves of one of the few women that I'd turn gay for (her sense of humour does it for me as does her smile!) and the soundtrack to it is killer, I *heart* The Kooks song She Moves in Her Own Way....