We here at Starfish Envy-- and by 'we' I mean me -- are so very happy to announce that over the weekend we surpassed 70,000 lifetime hits (which seems pretty good to me, since we've only been around about six months), and we got our one thousandth comment!
One thousand comments!
Which, come to think of it, means that by 'we' I don't actually mean me. I really do mean WE! And that makes this the perfect opportunity to thank you all very, very much for being here.
Since I'm all about numbers today, here's the number I've been thinking about lately: eighty.
Eighty, according to something I read, is the number of days it takes to ripen eggs. (The ones in my ovaries. Not the chicken ones.)
And that means that the eggs I'm ripening RIGHT NOW are the ones I'm going to be trying to hit with DonorSicle (which, for better or worse, is what I'm calling my frozen donor sperm).
Thus, all the healthy eating and the exercising and the radical self-care.
Except that I haven't been eating so healthfully because I've been on set for two weeks. (There's a reason craft service people always get thanked in awards speeches. It's called a nacho cheese dispenser.) Also, I haven't been exercising because I've been incessantly sick, and now it's supposed to rain all week, and remember that post I did about how great it is to exercise now that I meet my trainer in the park? Yeah. Doesn't happen when it rains.
And then, today, I think I poached my poor eggs.
Here's what happened: my acupuncturist INSISTED I get a massage this weekend. (See how I did that? It's not like I was being self-indulgent or pampering. My acupuncturist MADE ME do it. I had NO CHOICE! She comes at me with needles!)
So I figure, hey, I'm gonna be there anyway, might as well do a nice soak. Which is basically sitting in a jacuzzi for half an hour while milk whey and eucalyptus work some kind of magic on your skin.
Only the room was kind of like a sauna, and the water was super-hot, which is great unless you hate heat, and I could feel myself turning bright red, and my body temperature rising, and all I could think was that WP's doctors wouldn't let her get in a hot tub when she was pregnant because it's bad for the fetus, ergo heat can't be good for my little eggs, and AAAAHHHHHHH!!!!
I cut my soaking short.
And then my poached eggs and I thoroughly enjoyed a fantastic massage and a facial.
Have you hit any milestones lately?