Sunrise 2 Sunset

  This week felt like a turning point — in all the best ways. I headed into Townsville to get some blood work done, checking in on how my FSH levels are tracking. One of the perks of being in a bigger city? The speed! Blood was drawn at 7:20am, and by 2:30pm the IVF nurse had already called with the results. How’s that for efficiency? Right now, I’m sitting about halfway on the scale, so we've made a slight tweak to my medication to help get me into the higher end before scan day — which, can you believe it, is only four days away! Time really does fly when you’re busy (or having fun... or both). I’m starting to feel a little spark of excitement. It finally feels like our ducks are starting to line up, and that in itself is something to be grateful for. Hoping next week brings more positive steps forward. While in Townsville, I also had some acupuncture done. Let me tell you, it completely flattened me — in the best, most relaxed way possible. I was ready to crawl back into bed ...

Well, I finally made it home. After being flooded out and stuck away for longer than expected the feeling of driving back onto the property was a breath of fresh, muddy, cattle-scented air. The road home? Let’s just say it was a solid 20km/hour, 1st gear crawl with more potholes than flat surface—but still, I couldn’t help but soak in the countryside. It rattled both me and the Ute. Honestly, I was just glad I had a good bra on that day… she got a real workout! 😅 Since then, it’s been go, go, go. All the rain we’ve had has meant the grass exploded, so I’ve been flat out mowing lawns, Wipper snipping, rounduping weeds, and trying to make the place look like home again. I also spent some quality time on the tractor slashing roadsides—because between the long grass and the buggy rides, I was chewing grass seed like a cow. It was great tractor time though, catching up on some amazing podcasts, until… BAM. I staked a back tyre. Let me tell you, removing the back tyre of a tractor out i...

If you know me well, you know exactly what I mean when I say I’ve “fallen off planet earth.” For those who don’t—it’s not literal, of course. It’s just something I’ve become extremely good at over the years: shutting the world out when everything becomes too much. I disappear. I stop replying to messages. I withdraw from people, from noise, from everything outside my own little bubble. I go inward and just try to get myself right again. It’s not because I don’t care or that I’ve stopped being interested in others—it’s just my way of coping. When emotions pile up and life gets messy, I tend to bottle it all up, screw the lid on tight, and shove it to the back of the shelf because “now’s not the time” to deal with it. But the truth is—bottles crack. And when they do, all that mess comes spilling out. That’s usually when I find myself crashing and needing to disconnect completely. This last round hit particularly hard. Our first IVF round didn’t work—and while I thought I had prepared mys...