Mothers Day

OK, so I’m a day late on this post. Yesterday was Mother’s Day. For the last 7 years, this has been a day that I have dreaded more than any other. There have been years where I have refused to leave the house because I know that some well-meaning convenience store clerk will wish me “Happy Mother’s Day” and I will burst into tears. It’s not their fault, but every year, I think I will be a mother by next Mother’s Day. And, when it rolls around, and I’m still not somebody’s mom… it’s devastating. This year is the first Mother’s Day in 7 years that I didn’t mind leaving the house to go out and about. I know that I will be a mom sometime soon. It may not be by next Mother’s Day, but it will happen. I don’t have to lament about my body’s failings and recently failed fertility treatments that wreak havoc on my body and my relationship with The Husband. I’m looking forward to decorating the nursery. I’m looking forward to registering at Babies R’ Us. I’m looking forward. Period.

Happy Mother’s Day!