As my barren & broken uterus turns . . .
DH got Father's Day cards from the cat and the dogs. Yippee. I cried when he opened them. After he pet the dogs and waved to the cat, I told DH that I hope next year he can be a Daddy to a human baby. Not the first year he's heard that, huh? Hmph. Cried again. Told him that yesterday (at my niece & nephew's bday party), I was going to take a photo of all the dads hanging out. Then it hit me that my DH isn't a dad. Because of me. Shit. Cried some more. Shit. DH told me the dreaded words, "Don't worry. If it doesn't happen, it doesn't happen." Shit. Went to take a nap after that.
Called my Dad (stepdad for those who get confused easily) and wished him a happy Dad's Day. He had just sent me a sweet email thanking me for his "beautiful card" from a "beautiful daughter" that made a "beautiful day." Says a lot from a man of few words. I love him.
My Dad & Step Mother came over for dinner. We chatted, ate & drank. I love my Dad. I love his wife too. I'm so thankful that he has such a wonderful woman to share his life.
Called my mom's husband. I call him that because I already have a Step Dad & people can't follow it for some reason. :) I wished him a happy Dad's Day even though he's not my Dad. However, he's a great person and wonderful to our family.
It's supposed to be 100+ degrees within the next couple of days. My head is killing me - don't know if it's sinus stuff or head/neck/back pain. Drugs help some. Sex week is coming. Not hopeful because it leads to disappointment every time. Mentally preparing myself for majorly invasive surgery of the uterine parts since things never go right anyway.
All in all, it wasn't a terrible Father's Day. It would be much better if I could see my amazing husband be an amazing Daddy to at least one beautiful child.