sort of. my locks (as thin and stringy as they are) are golden blonde again! whew! this was a long time coming. the wintery, drab, first trimester "don't color your hair!" mousiness is history and I feel good. b said " you're beautiful!" (I haven't heard those words in that order in quite some time.)
yesterday was fantastic! I shed my sweat pants and polar fleece uniform and donned an official maternity outfit (for the first time) and spent the day in nyc. even though it was very tiring, it felt good to be home. I met up with a great friend for a quick lunch and then spent the afternoon with one of my favorite people. w. (I'm so sorry he has to share that famous initial. nasty.) my w has been doing my hair since I first moved to brooklyn some 15 odd years ago. he has known me during most of my adult dating life. oh, the stories! he is such a joy to be around. my 1,374 strands of hair (oh, it's thin!) take almost 3 hours to do and we chat and giggle the entire time. when I first told him about b 6 years ago, I whispered in his ear "he's asian." he stopped dead in his tracks and stepped back a few feet away from my chair. silence. I was shocked at his response. he'd always been so supportive of my gentleman callers -- EVEN when they didn't have jobs. or drank too much guinness. or both. so what the hell?! after a bit of awkwardness he apologized and confessed he was a tiny bit caught off guard to hear I was seeing someone... "who's EIGHTY!"
and always, good hair.