Well, I found my first gray hair as I was getting ready for church on Sunday morning. It was a short, wiry, wavy thing sticking straight out of my cowlick. I was rather horrified, so I yelled for Scott to come see it. He never came. Apparently, gray hair isn't that big of a deal to him. He did later ask me if I was going to pull it out, and I told him no. I remembered an old wives tale that if you pluck a gray hair, 7 more grow back in its place. I'm pretty sure that's what the foreign exchange student from Spain told me in a very irritated manner after I rudely plucked a gray hair out of the back of his head while he sat in front of me in high school Spanish class. Yeah, I was a bit of a weirdy back then.
Anyway, I guess the timing is perfect. I feel like I'm still too young to go gray, but at least now I can blame it on being on mom, right?
Oh, and I couldn't find the gray hair again last night or this morning. But tonight as I was searching for it, I found another one in my part near my forehead. Let's just say I don't think I'll keep looking for that first gray hair. At least the gray seems to blend in pretty well with the little bit of blond hair that I have left. I sure hope my daughter doesn't mind her friends asking her why she lives with her grandma. :)
And while we're on the subject of age, I have to tell you about a conversation that I have had numerous times throughout my pregnancy. It usually occurs with an acquaintance or a ward member who doesn't know me very well. It starts with me saying something about how excited I am to become a mom and how I'm a pretty old first time mom. Then..
Other person: You're not that old. How old are you?
Me: 34
Other person: Oh (in a tone of shock and slight horror)
I usually find this amusing, but sometimes not so much when I really am feeling old. I know I should just be glad that I look younger than I am. Most people who guess my age say late-20's. But I guess that's all about to change with this awesome gray hair. Good, good times.
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