It's just two words on a calendar. It's some greeting card displays and flower advertisements. It's commercials and sales and all other venues of consumerism.
And at the same time, it's almost as if Hallmark designed this lovely little knife to jab straight into your heart (the knife is, of course, festooned with decorative hearts and flowers and is only $6.99 with the purchase of three greeting cards).
You need a drink, right?
If you weren't in the middle of a 2ww, you'd be at a real bar this weekend. Or if you weren't waiting to cycle and worrying that alcohol could hurt your chances, you'd be knocking back a few appletinis. So let's open this one instead. I thought drinks would be better served before the 13th rather than after this month.
Mother's Day is this bizarre little holiday. When you can't celebrate it yourself, it becomes this huge container of salt to rub on a very open wound. And when you can celebrate it yourself, you still find yourself weeping in the card aisle. You want to simply enjoy it, but you think about what it took to get there. And while others try to convince you otherwise--"you have a mother; just celebrate her this May and don't think about it"--it's hard to get your mind off your hoohaahooterus when Hallmark has created a reminder of motherhood right in the center of May.
So for every stirrup queen who has not reached motherhood; for every stirrup queen who reached motherhood but had it cruelly snatched away; for every stirrup queen who is currently pregnant yet terrified about celebrating; or for every stirrup queen who has reached motherhood but still thinks about what it took to get there or how she will ever reach motherhood again--a drink for you.*
So don't just catch everyone up on what's happening to you this month--have a good vent. Get it out here. Send each other ideas on how you're spending that day. Send support to others who need it. And if you are looking for the perfect, alcohol-inspired card:
I purchased this card for a friend simply because she is in need of a good, stiff drink right now. But I thought I would put it up on the blog with a link back to the good people at Hallmark (more specifically, it was made by Shoebox) so that this card could be virtually sent to all of you. It seems that with the new line of sympathy cards aimed at infertility and pregnancy loss, Hallmark has also gone on a few tangents with hard-to-deal-with holidays.
Making Mother's Day a drinking holiday is a little bit like making a birthday a "smoke up, Johnny" sort of day. But why the hell not?
So...beyond your thoughts on the upcoming holiday...as I always state... It has been a little less than a month since we met, bitched, cried, comforted, and caught up each other on our cycles and lives. Pull up a seat and I'll pour you a drink. Let everyone know what is happening in your life. Maybe you just had your first appointment with your RE. Or your worst fight ever with your spouse. Or maybe you simply need to have a good cry as you pick up the pieces after a D&C. My only request is that if a story catches your eye, you follow it back to the person's blog and start reading their posts. Give some love, give some support, or laugh with someone until your drink comes out of your nose.
I have a ton of assvice in my back pocket and as a virtual bartender, I will give it to you unless you specifically tell me that this is simply a vent and you do not want to receive anything more than a hug.
So if you have been a lurker for a while, sit down and tell us about yourself. Remember to provide a link or a way for people to continue reading your story (or if you don't have a blog--gasp!--you can always leave an email address if you're looking for advice or support. If not, people can leave messages for that person here in the comments section too). If you're a regular at the bar, I'll get out your engraved martini glass while you make yourself comfortable. And anyone new, welcome. I'm glad you found this virtual bar.
For those who have no clue what I'm talking about when I say that the bar is open, click here to catch up and then jump into the conversation.
And forgive me if it takes me a day or two to get you your drink. My lady-when-waiting is coming into town!
* And to all men who fall into the male side of these categories (except the ones who are currently pregnant since you're such an media case that you're probably too busy giving interviews about how you're the first man carrying a child to drink at this imaginary bar), please pull up a chair and drink too since you have wives to comfort and celebrate this weekend.