My hair won't work. Turns out it's because I'm pregnant.
I tried to get my hair colored and highlighted last Thursday. After 3 hours in the salon, the highlights were still orange. We were going for a more blond color.
On Saturday, I went back to have them dye over the orange, which by now had intensified. After 40 minutes of dark brown, we rinsed only to discover not all of the orange wanted to be hidden. Thankfully, it looks like we meant to do that----you know for depth and movement.
People have lost there sensor button. Turns out it's because I'm pregnant.
At the grocery store, I was repeatedly stopped by complete strangers so they could gasp in horror that I was walking around the store when it was SO obvious that the baby would make an appearance any second. When I kindly informed them that, Yes, I know I look like I should be having this baby soon, but I in fact have 4 weeks left, I got disbelieving stares. Of course no one can be THAT big and STILL be 4 weeks away.
I even had the produce guy stop and tell me his whole life story. I found out half way through that he's had half of his brain removed after an accident, which somewhat explained the random need to explain his existence to a stranger and his more than disturbing conclusion that when his wife was pregnant with their first, at 7 months they could no longer find a heart beat.
So, so, sad.
But WHY in the world are you telling ME that?!
Guess who did about a bigillion and a half fetal kick counts yesterday.
I am winded after coming up my staircase. I really hoping it's because I'm pregnant.
Kevin let's me take a lot of random naps. He's nice anyway, but he's extra nice when I'm pregnant.
I have decided to just be glad I look huge. It's the last time people aren't going to think it's because I'm not taking care of my body. It's because I'm pregnant.
Come on Big Mama. Let's see just how big you can really get!