Monday, October 09, 2006

Hair dye and suspense

As I sat in the waiting area in the salon, I was thinking about my hair and how I wanted it cut. But I was strangely nervous. My palms were sweating and my stomach was in knots. I looked around and wondered what it was that was making me so...fearful.

Then I heard the hairdresser ask the woman in the chair, "So when are you due?" I held my breath. "May," the customer replied with that smile...you know the one...the one that says she's never even considered that something bad could happen to her or her baby.

I wasn't even paying attention and my body had heard and reacted.

May...

I hate May. And here she is eagerly anticipating May.

May...

So she's what? All of five seconds pregnant?

I grabbed a Vogue and tried to concentrate on the latest trends so that I wouldn't have to hear the excited chatter. Thankfully, I didn't have to wait long and I was called over to my hairdresser's chair. I could focus on my hair and nothing else. Except that I could see her behind me in the mirror.

When she left, the hairdresser said, "Take care of yourself."

And I silently wished her well on her journey to May.

5 comments:

MB said...

Suddenly there are parts of the calendar that will never be the same. It sucks.

Kathy McC said...

Yuck. I hear ya.

Laura said...

I hear ya, too. And yeah, she's totally five seconds pregnant. Barf.

Holley said...

Hugs.

Dana said...

lots of hugs and love to you sis. xo