Yesterday I got my hair done and I feel so much better. I think when you have things happening to your body that are beyond your control, the best thing you can do is get those roots taken care of.
Last time I got my hair done was in February by a chick who was drunk. No, really. I do not jest. I know I talked about it here, but I can’t seem to locate the blog entry. Anyway … my hair was effed up and after spending over $100 on that foolishness I went to a very sober person the next day and paid more money for her to fix it, and now I shall call her my hairdresser for ever and ever, amen.
If you live in the Baton Rouge area and you are looking for a totally sober person to do you up right, call Pam at The Beehive Salon. Yesterday I went from this …
To this …
… in a few short hours. I feel much better, and ready to birth a baby. Not really. But my hair looks a thousand times more presentable. “Hello, daughter. I’m your mother. Aren’t you SO glad I got my hair done before we saw each other for the first time?” We can file that under Things That No One Has Ever Said, Ever.
While I’m talking about people who make my life easier and better, I want to address my OB-GYN. I have never had such a level of care from any doctor before. I really like her a lot. My old doctor would never have laughed with me over the fact that her hand was seriously about to go there. She was much too serious for that. But Dr. Boudreaux is professional AND totally normal — yes, that is possible — and I enjoy that about her. Because nothing is normal about having your cervix checked, even if it is the upteenth time it’s happened to you.
Before I left my appointment, they gave me a copy of my “papers” which I am to “keep on me at all times” and “present to the hospital when I go into labor.” Here is another reason why I love her: she wrote on my papers, and on the envelope which houses them, to call her when I go into labor. I wanted to ask her, “What if you’re busy? Or sleeping?” But I kept my mouth shut because I didn’t want to break the spell.
Yesterday we saw Pepper during an ultrasound! We made it a family event – me, Husband, and the boys. She weighs 6 pounds, 11 ounces and is in the ready position. We could even see her hair! I really wanted to see her face, but since it was toward my back and she seemed kind of locked in place, it will remain a mystery until she arrives.
I am very nervous about what she will be like and what the hell I will do with her when she gets here.
Today I decided the Earth was going to open up and swallow me if I didn’t pack up my kids and go to the store to get a new toothbrush to put in my hospital bag.
I now have a new toothbrush.
Whew – that was a close one.