My 4-year-old niece invited us to her dance recital yesterday. It's on Mother's Day. I said we'd go--I don't think it will be a problem. I don't usually have real issues being around little kids or babies. When I hear about people getting pregnant, I have more of an "it figures" attitude than "why isn't it me?", although there's a hint of that in the mix. I did decide a couple of years ago that I won't go to church on Mother's Day anymore. It's a little thing, but it bugs me more than anything else. They give little plants out to all the women. I have people trying to force plants on me that I don't want. It's not Women's Day, it's Mother's Day. I don't need a begonia ( or whatever it is) to remind me that I'm not a mother yet. I know it every day.

I always imagine making The Big Announcement around this time of year. You know the one, "next year we'll have someone for the Easter Bunny to visit". "Next year I'll get to have a Mother's Day. I guess it's because it's spring, and all the baby animals are out. I'm ready for my announcement. Just tired of waiting.