On Friday I got my haircut by someone I have never met before. When I walked in she introduced herself to me and asked what I wanted with my hair. From there we naturally progressed to my favorite part; the washing. I like to sit back close my eyes and let someone else pamper me. As soon as I sat down it started.
“Are you married? How long? Do you have kids?”
“Um, I’ve been married for 2 years and no kids yet. You?”
From this point on she did all the talking and it was all about how she has been married for 5 years, has one little girl and another baby on the way. She is exactly as far a long as I am. 10 weeks that day. She told me all about her first perfect pregnancy and easy birth because “People always want to tell you their bad stories, no one wants to tell you how easy it can be!”
Actually, people like to tell me how easy it is all the time, and that makes me crazy, but thanks.
The whole time I just sat there, not relaxing, wondering if I should tell her that I was expecting too and that we were at the same point. But I never did. She proceeded to tell me how she hopes this one is a boy so that she can be done because she hates being pregnant. She talked about how sick and grouchy she had been feeling. It was surreal.
I left thinking, how nice it would be to talk that openly about my pregnancy with no fear of things going wrong. How cool to be able to tell a complete stranger everything about everything you are feeling. I was too scared to tell her anything. I was jealous of her. But my hair looked good so I will likely subject myself to it again 🙂