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I love these days! I love them because, as you say, nothing *special* happens. Yet the little things -- the important things -- come into focus, and suddenly we appreciate them.

Bad days can work the same way -- Nothing terrible happens, but all the little things add up, and suddenly we can't take it anymore.

Cheers to more good days, and continuing to feel positive about IVF! Excited for you.

if you were my daughter it would warm me to know you experienced such a lovely day and could appreciate the simple beauty and flavors life has to offer. #whenjupiteralignswithmarsmoments

YAY for you!!! Here's to many more... Oh, and feel free to invite me over for dinner ANY TIME.

Awesome! Glad the stars aligned and so many things that bring you pleasure and joy came together in one day. And how cool that you were able to notice and appreciate it! Dinner sounded tres yummy.

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    What is Starfish Envy??

    • L.A. 2009. I’m stuck in traffic on the 101 freeway, listening to Isabella Rosselini on NPR. Isabella, for some reason, mentions that starfish are one of those rare species that can reproduce asexually, and I realize that if I could do that, I wouldn't have to worry about finding a boyfriend/husband. I wouldn’t have to internet date! I wouldn't have to figure out if I want to/can/should have a baby/adopt a baby/child on my own. I wouldn't have to stress about things like FSH levels, or weigh my feelings on in vitro versus adoption. I would just have a baby. Thus began my starfish envy.
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