Happy Mothers Day

My third Mothers day. Boy is that hard to believe. I wont get into how fast time is flying and blah blah again. But I mean really! THIRD!



This was a sweet Mothers Day. Mark had Evelynn this weekend which was good and bad. It made it a nice relaxing Mother's Day but also I missed my baby.






I got a nice Happy Mother's Day!! Yelled at me over the phone from Evelynn. Totally cute. Mark also was nice enough to bring her around mine on Sunday. They came with a nice plant of tulips. Also a nice card that Evelynn drew in. Those are special to me.

This Mother's day I was honoured by being treated by a lot of my friends. First two weeks before Mothers Day Jen mailed me a card. A tear jerker card. She wrote how she really respected my courage. I don't feel I have anymore courage then anyone else. I don't see it any other way. You do what you have to do. I don't only do it because I have to but because I love to. I love my daughter.

April took me to dinner Saturday night. Treated me. was so sweet and so much fun. Tried food I had never tried before and really just had a laugh. I always enjoy myself with April.

I also got flowers sent to me Saturday from my friends Matt. was a very thoughtful gift. Although sneaky in a way because he told me his mom wanted my address!! tsk tsk Matt. It was a nice surprise.

I didn't know that my friends thought I was such an amazing Mother and worth all of their pampering too. Thanks guys!

It feels odd to me when my friends say they respect my courage and strength. I don't feel I did anything to deserve their respect. I didn't do anything different then anyone of my friends would do. I had a child and it is the most amazing thing I have ever done in my life. Now this sounds so strange coming from me and those that know me know why...but I am starting to feel that one day in the future I wouldn't mind having more children. I might actually love more children one day. Coming from the girl who pleaded with the doctors to tie her tubes because I knew without a doubt I would never ever want more children.

Now I wont get too deep this post and I wont make myself cry again so I will end it hear. Also Evelynn has come out of bed twice now and I have gone upstairs three times so I keep losing my train of thought. The little stinker.

Thats what I can't believe, with all the struggles and sleepless nigths, pain of labour and getting fat. Bottles and diapers, colds and teething. That I am actually thinking one day I might want to do this again.


Someone slap some sense into me now!!