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.
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Suddenly there are parts of the calendar that will never be the same. It sucks.
Yuck. I hear ya.
I hear ya, too. And yeah, she's totally five seconds pregnant. Barf.
Hugs.
lots of hugs and love to you sis. xo
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