So, yesterday kind of sucked and the day before sucked even more. Today is Mother's Day and it won't suck. Maybe this is the last Mother's Day I'll have with a barren waste-ground of a womb. Maybe next year'll be different. For now, I have my own Mum to spoil and treat like the Queen. So for me today isn't Mother's Day, it's Sunday Day, where I get to slob about in my jim-jams until I finish my blog, then hurridly try to sort out the house in my slovenly manner awaiting my Mum for her Mother's Day celebration.
When I think about the sadness involved in infertility, I have to remember the joy I have in my life. I have a wonderful husband who just made me the nicest breakfast, 2 wonderful cats, both of whom have given me cuddles today that makes me feel like everyday is Sunday Day. And I have an Alex, a wonderfully curious creature who inhabits the room next door to us and I'm sure is the only individual who I'm sure reads this blog.
Alex shared a bottle of champagne last night with us. We laughed, we watched Notting Hill, we talked about memories of of youth. It was lovely. You see, most people see a lodger as someone who merely lives in your house, comes and goes, but has nothing to do with your life other than giving money for the room they inhabit. Alex is more than that. He enriches our lives the same way a family memeber would, without condition or reservation. He is a true friend to both David and I. He doesn't interfere with our marriage, he knows when to give us space. We are lucky to have him.
So this one's for him, my one and only reader. Happy Sunday Day ya big sap. Hope all your Sundays are magical and bring you happiness and peace.
Love ya
Joanne x
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