I’ve been getting good reactions to my hair, other than shock. My Evil Mother didn’t recognize me at church on Wednesday night. She walked past me several times and didn’t notice me until I walked up to her. My grandfather likes it. I didn’t expect that. I got so much flack last time I made my hair dark that I didn’t expect a warm reception this time around. I’ll be seeing my grandmother today for the first time. She probably won’t like it. We’ll have to wait and see I guess. My hair still needs to be trimmed and I think another coat of colour. It’s so strange…you look at my hair and your eyes deceive you, it still looks blonde in places, but when I turn my head it’s clearly not blonde. Maybe it’s my imagination, but Rudi and Sarah see it too.
Rudi still hasn’t gotten used to being married to a brunette. I asked him this morning and he again said he prefers the blonde. I got a little huffy since this was kind of his suggestion in the first place and then he said ‘I don’t care. You changed your hair, not your heart’. Wow. Didn’t expect that. Sweet!
Our weekend to George draws ever nearer. We’ll be going the end of May to meet Nellie, Goliath and Daniel (the new arrival). I can’t wait! Speaking of waiting…I’m still waiting for my package to arrive…you know. The thing I ordered that I can’t talk about. Dying to try it out!
So tomorrow I’m back at work. Heaven help me. This leave was so short. At least now I have our weekend away in George to look forward to. After that…nothing. I cannot believe it is May already. On the 5th of May it will be 6 months since we lost James. It’s been a long road, but I have come out on the other side. I still get very sad sometimes and I do still cry, but it doesn’t occupy my thoughts every single waking moment as it once did. There is light at the end of the tunnel. Although I had wished that my happiness would stem from a new pregnancy, it has not.
The gynae predicted I would be pregnant by May or in May or around May or whatever. Again, only time will tell. I’m doing pretty well at not being upset about not being pregnant. I didn’t cry about it, I didn’t bite Rudi’s head off about it. A vast improvement.
Looks like Rudi has our day planned out for us. Going to watch Fast and Furious 4 at 12:15 and meeting my grandparents for lunch at the Spur at 5. Guess I’ve done enough chilling. Hmmm…breakfast beckons…