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Sometimes I can’t believe we’re doing this again. & with the same amount of love & hope poured in as last time… I try to be a bit removed but it’s really not possible. The end goal is a baby - anything short of that is loss.
I’ve turned into one of those girls who can’t stop talking about her boobs. I can’t help it. I am “busting out” - to quote a co-worker from this morning. They are enormous! I zipped up my dress this morning and they were pouring out the sides. I basically had to tie them down just to button a sweater over my cleavage. I am medicated and I’m feeling it!
My day began with a funeral and just to give you some highlights, the ex wife of the man stood up and read a poem she had written. Over and over again she talked about how handsome and good looking and good looking and handsome he was (thru tears). And every other verse or so she’d say to the current wife (who was on oxygen), “Are you still breathing? Are you okay?” She went on and on about his cute “behind”. I was dying. All I could think of was my cute grandmother listening to some “other woman” talk about my grandfathers buttocks. It was entirely too interesting.
Minutes after the funeral, we scurried out to attended Yeg’s Mother’s Day program at his school. He’s in second grade and it was just his classmates and their moms. They each recited part of a poem and then sang 4 or 5 songs. It was so completely cute to see him up there grinning ear to ear. And all FOUR of his moms (C, C’s ex, me and C’s exes ex - did you get all that?) were SO proud of him and he loved every minute of it. I’ll add a picture when I get the camera from Cristy.
So this weekend is Mother’s Day and you all know how much I love that holiday? Not really. Cristy typically tries to steal me away and take me somewhere where there are no mother’s and no daughters and we just have a quiet breakfast and drive around with coffee in hand. But this year we’re going to my mom’s with all the family so we can worship her and remind her that we still believe in the glory of the day. We’ll celebrate her and forget the stuff that typically keeps us away that day. I feel like my mom and Cristy have given up the holiday as not to upset me. I’m not all the way happy about it, at this point, but I do plan to go and celebrate the mom’s that came before me. And even the mother of her.
Since we don’t speak and I know she reads here, I thought I’d take a minute to thank her for being such a wonderful mother to Gracie. &, while it hurts me not to share in it, I am so thankful that she is cared for and loved.
Happy Mother’s Day to all of you.
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