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When Plans Go Sideways: IVF, Remote Life & Learning the Hard Way Life has been anything but predictable lately. One minute I’m sticking to a carefully planned schedule, and the next, I’m staring down a week that’s been completely thrown off course—thanks to a delayed blood test, a dose of the wrong medication, and a body that just didn’t quite respond the way we hoped. This week was supposed to be a big one. Scan day was marked on the calendar, and we were getting ready for egg collection. But a phone callsthe day before changed everything. My blood results from last week’s blood test had finally turned up—six days late. That delay cost us valuable time. If we’d had the results sooner, we could’ve adjusted my medication. Maybe it would’ve made a difference. Maybe this round would have gone ahead. But instead, I was left reeling, knowing deep down that we weren’t going to get to egg collection this time. It hit hard. The emotions came in waves—disappointment, sadness, frustration. I...

If you're not keen on personal stories, this post might be a bit much for you, and that's completely okay. But for those who know me well, you know I’m not afraid to share my journey. It wasn’t always this way—I used to feel ashamed of my struggles, keeping them to myself because they weren’t something openly discussed. Add to that the fact that some doctors dismissed my pain, telling me it was all in my head, and you can understand why I kept quiet for so long. For years, I believed it might actually be in my head. But as I got older and started talking with other women about their experiences with periods and fertility, I noticed a common theme—we all kept our stories to ourselves until someone asked. I remember holding back so much information out of fear of judgment, afraid that this wasn’t a topic people wanted to hear about, that what women go through is somehow shameful. But now, I know differently. And I’m no longer afraid to share—even if sometimes I may overshare! So,...

Well, apologies, everyone! I had planned to have this post up on Sunday, but life had other ideas. A few things popped up, and honestly, I just forgot until now. Last Sunday—not the one just gone, but the week before—we were watching the river closely after some rain upstream. I had that gut feeling that something was going to happen, and maybe quicker than we thought. So, I went down to check things out. We’d had 20mls of rain at the house, while the south side of the river had copped 40mls. I had planned to head out Monday to start my trip to Brisbane via Townsville, but with all the rain around from Saturday night, those plans had to change. The creek was starting to rise—not much at first—but I made the call to pack my bag fast. Hubby got me across the river in the tractor, and once on the other side, I threw everything in my car, gave him a quick goodbye, and hit the road. Little did we know, within 20 minutes, the river would rise two meters! Unfortunately, that left hubby stuck ...