Today was a great first Mother’s Day for me. Joshua told his daddy that I really needed a little pampering (apparently, I’m looking a little haggard these days), so Dan picked up a gift certificate for me to a day spa. The certificate is for a 25 minute massage, a spa facial, and a shampoo and style. Maybe I can squeeze in a trim and and eyebrow shaping when I go. Dan also made my oatmeal this morning and brought it to me in bed while I fed Joshua. I also got Wendy’s for lunch and a glass of wine with dinner. Joshua was also an angel all day long. It was a really great day.
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But, because of the e-friends I have who are battling infertility, it feels a little bittersweet. Some of these e-friends are closer to me than people I know in the real world and my heart hurts for them. Something about today feels like I shouldn’t be happy for me because I can’t also be happy for them. I know that it could just as easily be me in their shoes and in fact, it was near Mother’s Day last year when I received my PCOS diagnosis. So, to all of those friends, know that I’ve spent my day thinking of you. I hope that this is your year and that by this time next year, you are all holding little ones in your arms.
Happy Mother's Day (a day late).
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