I just really don’t have much to say today, but I feel guilty when I don’t update my blog.
On Saturday, the husband and I head to Hawaii for a week with my lovely parents and brother. Can’t. Fucking. Wait. I have two new bathing suits and don’t plan to do much except lay by the pool and drink.
My plan for eating healthy and taking care of myself has been going very well, thank you. I have been enjoying our new juicer, my favorite combo so far being apple/orange/carrot/celery/ginger, but one day I added a beet and that was really good too. And a very pretty color to boot. Acupuncture and yoga have been great, too. I hadn’t been to yoga for almost six months and I realize how much I missed it. I can *almost* touch my toes now.
My stupid brain is still acting up and I’m being particularly obsessive about my fertility this week. For no reason. Rationally, I know that my doctor says I’m fertile (in no uncertain terms - the last time I talked to him he said “Miranda, you are a fertile woman”) and at this point there’s really no hard evidence to the contrary, but me being me, I overanalyze everything to death and can’t stop. It’s seriously like an addiction. I wish they had a twelve step group for this crap. “Hi, I’m Miranda and I can’t stop checking my cervical position”. Sigh.
I’m sure a week on Kauai is exactly what the doctor ordered and once I am there in that tropical paradise I will feel much better. A break in routine and some good family time is just what I need. You all take care while I’m gone, and I promise that I will have great pictures when I get back!
