Hair Scare, Maybe Baby?
I decided to get my hair cut today. If you've been reading this blog for a good while, you'll know that I like making spontaneous hair appointments. Gives me a bit of a thrill. Actually, I decided to get it cut on Tuesday but she couldn't see me until today and so I went to surrender my locks to the shears this afternoon.
And boy did she cut it.
She cut a LOT of it off.
To tell you the truth cats, it ain't looking so hot. I really don't know if I should be worried or not at this moment. I mean, whenever she fixes it, I always come out looking like I'm wearing a really bad wig - whether she flat-irons or round brushes the hell out of it or whatever. Always distastrous looking. But I just chuckle to myself because I know when I use my own (much, much cheaper, I might add) shampoo and my (also much cheaper) flat iron and my (free) magic, all will be well. And then I noticed that there are some very short pieces towards the crown of my head. Like - three inches short. And I know that this whole thing is supposed to be layered, but I'm just a tad bit concerned that it will give that "muffin top" effect.
Chad was truly pissed when I walked in tonight. I tried to call ahead and warn him. I told him it would look like a bad wig. I just didn't mention the fact that it would be a short, bad wig. Men are so weird when it comes to women's hair. I know - long = sexy or whatever, but there comes a point when you just get tired of fooling with the crap. When you want something different. He told me I would need to buy a wig. A good wig.
That's not a bad idea, actually. Could spice it up a bit (wink).
I also have bangs - which means regular "bangs maintenance." But I learned that I can go to any location of my salon and get them trimmed for free (by free they mean I hand them a $10 tip when all is said and snipped.)
If my hair comes out okay in the morning, I'll post pics. I really hope I can work my "magic" on it.
In other news - still a little worked up over this hysterical pregnancy business. Was so drained yesterday that I could barely push my buggy through Walmart. My legs felt like giant tree trunks lumbering (get it, ha!) along. I thought I would collapse at any moment.
My sister was also thinking she might be pregnant for more normal and obvious reasons such as a missed period. She bought a pack of tests last night at Walmart when we shopped there. We cruised the baby section, looking at clothes, almost crying over a tiny tiger halloween costume. And then there was the whole "what if we are BOTH pregnant?" conversation. I had visions of us taking pictures of our huge bellies touching - huge smiles on our (most likely huge) faces. A joint shower. Cousins that would be almost like siblings. . .
When we got back to her house, I convinced her that we should both take a test - at the same time. And so we did.
And there were two pink lines . . . but this was the kind of test where you had to have a pink line and a pink cross (these tests are so ridiculous). And so we both tested negative. No baby bump bumping photos in our immediate future.
Sigh.
Of course, there is always a chance that it was a false negative for me. I'm technically 8 days away from being "late" and even the early-detection tests say that they tell you within five days. I'm sure it's all in my head (and not in my uterus).
I guess I will cross that bridge when I get to it. Honestly Chad and I are not trying at all - and I'm still on the pill. We haven't really discussed it too much until I started feeling weird a few weeks ago and began having my suspicions. I think I had mentioned one time about going off the pill a few months ago and being immediately asked if I were insane.
So -we shall see what happens. If ol' Aunt Flow doesn't arrive by Tuesday we may have to do another test.
And boy did she cut it.
She cut a LOT of it off.
To tell you the truth cats, it ain't looking so hot. I really don't know if I should be worried or not at this moment. I mean, whenever she fixes it, I always come out looking like I'm wearing a really bad wig - whether she flat-irons or round brushes the hell out of it or whatever. Always distastrous looking. But I just chuckle to myself because I know when I use my own (much, much cheaper, I might add) shampoo and my (also much cheaper) flat iron and my (free) magic, all will be well. And then I noticed that there are some very short pieces towards the crown of my head. Like - three inches short. And I know that this whole thing is supposed to be layered, but I'm just a tad bit concerned that it will give that "muffin top" effect.
Chad was truly pissed when I walked in tonight. I tried to call ahead and warn him. I told him it would look like a bad wig. I just didn't mention the fact that it would be a short, bad wig. Men are so weird when it comes to women's hair. I know - long = sexy or whatever, but there comes a point when you just get tired of fooling with the crap. When you want something different. He told me I would need to buy a wig. A good wig.
That's not a bad idea, actually. Could spice it up a bit (wink).
I also have bangs - which means regular "bangs maintenance." But I learned that I can go to any location of my salon and get them trimmed for free (by free they mean I hand them a $10 tip when all is said and snipped.)
If my hair comes out okay in the morning, I'll post pics. I really hope I can work my "magic" on it.
In other news - still a little worked up over this hysterical pregnancy business. Was so drained yesterday that I could barely push my buggy through Walmart. My legs felt like giant tree trunks lumbering (get it, ha!) along. I thought I would collapse at any moment.
My sister was also thinking she might be pregnant for more normal and obvious reasons such as a missed period. She bought a pack of tests last night at Walmart when we shopped there. We cruised the baby section, looking at clothes, almost crying over a tiny tiger halloween costume. And then there was the whole "what if we are BOTH pregnant?" conversation. I had visions of us taking pictures of our huge bellies touching - huge smiles on our (most likely huge) faces. A joint shower. Cousins that would be almost like siblings. . .
When we got back to her house, I convinced her that we should both take a test - at the same time. And so we did.
And there were two pink lines . . . but this was the kind of test where you had to have a pink line and a pink cross (these tests are so ridiculous). And so we both tested negative. No baby bump bumping photos in our immediate future.
Sigh.
Of course, there is always a chance that it was a false negative for me. I'm technically 8 days away from being "late" and even the early-detection tests say that they tell you within five days. I'm sure it's all in my head (and not in my uterus).
I guess I will cross that bridge when I get to it. Honestly Chad and I are not trying at all - and I'm still on the pill. We haven't really discussed it too much until I started feeling weird a few weeks ago and began having my suspicions. I think I had mentioned one time about going off the pill a few months ago and being immediately asked if I were insane.
So -we shall see what happens. If ol' Aunt Flow doesn't arrive by Tuesday we may have to do another test.
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