My ninth as an infertile woman.
I'm almost thankful that it was also my school's First Communion because I was able to focus on something else besides my sorry self.
It was all good until the priest made the mothers in the congregation stand up. I was thankful for the fidgety kid that couldn't pay attention for the life of him.
But this year was a bit different.
We're waiting for our homestudy to be approved. All of our paperwork has been submitted and we have to wait to be paired with a social worker with C.AS.
I'm essentially pg on paper.
And my crazy mother was a little less crazy today. She felt sorry for me for having to work on a Sunday, so she made us dinner. After we ate we took her out for ice cream.
Oh, how I wish she could always be less crazy.
I have prayed this for almost ten years, but I really hope that this is my last childless Mother's Day. I think I've spent enough time in barren purgatory.
Thank God for margaritas and vegan, gluten-free cupcakes!