It wasn’t as hard as Christmas, but Mother’s Day is not so fun. I get all kinds of hugs from people saying stuff like: I can’t wait until you have kids; or happy future mother’s day. My mother in law told me that she always wishes for a grand baby from me. They ask when I’m going to have kids. They give pitiful or hopeful looks. Uh, it’s obnoxious. Gabe asked how I felt on days like this and I just said that I felt pressured. I’m not stressed out about it anymore. Really I’m not. I just don’t need people’s comments to make me start being stressed again. Quitting trying to have a kid has been the best decision I could’ve made. I’m not stressing. I get to take my meds and eat dairy again. And you know what, I haven’t been drinking at all (not even on my periods which is what I had been doing). Right now, it’s my time. For the first time in my life, the world feels pretty wide open. I’m okay with that. Really, I am. Right now, I want to take risks and live vicariously through my pregnant friends. Hopefully they’ll share all the dirty details.