I finally bit on Rothy’s.
If you’re not familiar, they are a sustainable shoe brand whose products are made from materials like recycled plastic bottles.
One selling point is that they are machine washable.
While Rothy’s have achieved cult status with some of my friends, I wasn’t tempted enough to dive in until I saw these
limited edition pink gingham loafers.
They also come in red or brown check, but pink gets my heart every time.
While these babies are going to be shelved until snow season is over (i.e., mid-2020 at the earliest), I’m patient.
Friends, in advance of Black Friday, I did something radical:
I unsubscribed from over 50 automated shopping emails.
Yes, there is a part of me that has FOMO for 25% off candles, cosmetics, home goods or designer duds, but if It’s Out of Sight, It’s Out of Mind.
I’m trying to be more intentional with my purchases for 2020 and starting now feels right.
Will I probably still buy a few too many holiday gifts for myself?
I’m still me.
Friends, I spent Thanksgiving alone this year.
Ok, the dog was here with me, but otherwise Fancy Pants Ranch was deserted.
Spouse – who is such a wonderful person – took the kids to his parent’s to celebrate and spend a few days with them.
Was I sad that we weren’t together? Yes and no.
Yes, because I felt like I was missing out when Spouse texted me a picture of the kids.
No, because I spend almost all my time overextending myself, and having a
day alone to exhale was heaven.
I stayed behind because I’m leaving bright and early Friday morning for a weekend in Las Vegas with my dear friends J. and B.
The three of us have a history of epic girls’ weekends. We haven’t done one since 2017, and we were all feeling overdue.
When we compared schedules earlier this year, we were out of luck until B. suggested Thanksgiving weekend, and we were all able to make it work.
How I spent my Thanksgiving:
Exercising at the gym Coffee, coffee, coffee Perusing the Black Friday ads in the newspaper Watching the Macy’s parade on TV Packing, under Penny’s watchful eye Watching one of the best “Friends” episodes ever, the one where Rachel makes an English trifle with a layer of meat and sautéed onions
Folding a mountain of laundry (Before and After, below)
Catching up on “Below Deck” and various other Bravo mind escapes Overall feeling beyond grateful for a day like this.
The photo does not do it justice: This
fuzzy winter white cardigan is perfect for the season.
It can elevate a weekend look and also can take you to work.
Here it is up close and personal.
Hope your weekend is going well!
Greetings from my 10 year old daughter’s closet.
The one with the giant mirror.
Here’s what I wore today in clinic, minus personalized white coat on top of it all:
Ok, let’s get this out of the way: the sequin rose gold Minnie Mouse backpack is not mine. #tweendaughter
Let’s start with
these J. Crew pearl hoop earrings that are currently on sale:
these Jeffrey Campbell booties are amazingly comfortable, bridge the gap from work to weekend, and they are subtly brown, versus a black-and-white snake print. The pair well with so many colors, including blush pink.
And can we talk about the pants?
Spanx Perfect Black Pants are not hyperbolically named.
I’d suggest sizing down. I am wearing a medium in the above picture (for reference, I am 5’9″ and weigh 155#).
And lastly, a confession.
I checked the label and it is from the Banana Republic Holiday 2012 collection.
But I still like it.
Have a great weekend!
After an embryo transfer, patients often wonder the following:
Is my embryo going to fall out?
I think it’s a natural fear, especially since so many hopes and dreams are riding on the outcome of the embryo transfer.
Even though an embryo transfer is a highly technical procedure, one thing is certain:
You can’t cough/pee/sneeze/squeeze/jostle an embryo out of the uterus.
Nearly fifteen years ago, when I was a new Reproductive Endocrinology fellow, someone explained an embryo transfer as “Throwing a velcro ball into a shag carpet.”
While I got the analogy because I’m old enough to remember the 1970s, it didn’t resonate with me.
So I thought of my own:
Placing an embryo in the uterus is like putting a poppy seed in a peanut butter sandwich.
The embryo is tiny. The lining is thick and sticky.
There’s no way that poppy seed is coming out.
Over the years I’ve explained an embryo transfer this way thousands of times. If you’ve ever worked with me, heard me lecture or been a patient or trainee, you’re probably sick of hearing it.
To wit: a patient told me about a year ago that she shared this on a huge fertility support group site and now I was famous as the
Peanut Butter and Poppy Seed Doctor.
I can live with that.
Stick and grow embryo.
Stick and grow.
Trixie sent this message to me the other day:
Yes, you are reading this correctly:
M&Ms can be customized. She wants to get me this for Christmas. All I need to do is pay for it.