We are pairing up with Wellington food icons, Wellingnoms, so you can get all the best images from their Instagram account and all the best words from here. Exciting times. 

It seems I take about two days to mentally process things. After the shitter of all birthdays where we had been at the clinic on Sunday morning being told that Kim had the cyst on one ovary and that this fucked everything up and so we should can the round then and there, we got into the elevator and I actually burst out laughing.

Well that’s a bit shit. We had our first scan of this IVF round this morning. And now it’s our only scan of this round. The round has been called off. Happy birthday Dave!

Tomorrow is my 33rd birthday. It’s a bit of a nothing birthday. I like to measure birthdays in factors. The more factors in your birthday, the better the birthday. 33 doesn’t have many.

We’re back on. Today was day 0, Kim has begun taking a new pill that does some wizardry to try and get us a better outcome from this round of IVF.

When you think about IVF, you don’t tend to think about it in stages. IVF is the term we use when we talk about the process of getting a baby using science.

There’s this amazing web comic floating around that talks about the mental load that women are often asked to bear when it comes to household chores.

So I had it reported back to me that the last post was really sad. And I was sad. Just to get this out of the way early and prepare any readers still with us, things haven’t improved.

Christ this is some rollercoaster. It’s way more exciting than the rollercoaster they had at that Footrot Flats themed park that used to exist in Auckland. That was the first rollercoaster I ever went on. 

Kim and I have discussed a lot whether this is our second round of IVF or our first since we had to abort at such an early stage last time. Can you say abort when talking about IVF? I’m not sure.

I said it in the tweet immediately following the show, and I’ll say it again, Rose Matafeo is a national treasure.

So it’s been nearly two months since my last post. In that time we haven’t magically discovered a baby growing in the garden; so this isn’t the update where we all go wahey! Success!