I am happy to say I survived Mother's Day without any major emotional episodes. It helped that I picked a Greek restaurant that isn't normally open at lunch so there were almost no other people there. One of the usual chain places full of mothers with little kids all dressed up in their Sunday best probably would have been much harder.
I feel pretty f-ing riduculous that I even had to type that last paragraph, by the way. I NEVER thought there would be a time when I would be so pathetic! I actually chose a restaurant based on the expected number (or lack thereof) of families. Because I am that jealous of other people's happiness. There. I said it.
I wish I could be one of those kind, magnanimous infertiles who just love love love other people's children. But at this point, if I am being honest, and that is what this space is for- I DON'T. I don't want to hear about their God damned potty training or the latest adorable crap they did last night. I don't want to look at their pictures and I sure as shit don't want to fawn all over them. One more Mother's Day down.