I’ve never re-blogged something before, but this just hit the nail on the head for me. Just because I now have two kids, doesn’t mean Mother’s day or Infertility issues have disappeared.
So, I just experienced my first Mother’s Day.
Well, not my first, of course. I’ve been experiencing them as long as I’ve been a daughter, celebrating my own mother, grandmother, and the other mothers in my life. One a year, every May, until I was married…
Then I spent four Mother’s Days preferring to eat (and drink) my feelings about not being a mother myself rather than celebrating anyone else’s functional reproductive systems.
Mother’s Day 2013 was spent feeling like I was caught in some limbo between motherhood, grief, and infertility. That was a dark day spent thinking about how I should be cuddling my newborn Gummy Bear.
Last year, I found myself harboring the secret of our little Jelly Bean. Unable to voice my fears and elation to anyone but the husband at the time, I ultimately chose Mother’s Day 2014 as the day we would tell our families…
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