That dreaded day…

You know the one I mean…that one that is bittersweet…where you honor the one who gave you life, but grieve that you have not yet been able too…yeah, that one.

I made it through this year, due to many distractions and friends.  It was not as bad as I thought it would be, but I tried very hard not to let it be.  I cringed everytime I heard someone say “Happy Mother’s Day” in my vicinity.  I put off calling my own mother because I was afraid to say it myself.  I kept myself busy so I couldn’t sit and reflect on what I was missing out on this year.  This year, MD (Mother’s Day) should have been the best ever…I should have been 18 weeks along on Sunday.  I should have been happily planning baby showers and nursery rooms.  I should have been excited that on next MD, I’d have a child to celebrate with.  Instead I’m left to wonder if I’ll ever be able to make it through MD with out regret, sadness and loss.  How do you all cope with MD?  Do you do something special?  Do you ignore it?