It's TIme

Lucky for me, my sister put my bag within arm's reach. I lean over, dig through its contents, until I find what I'm looking for. There it is! Ocean blue and screaming my name...it's as though I've never seen a better sight in my entire life. And at that moment, I don't think I have. I plug it in and wait a few minutes. Then the magic starts to happen. I have no mirror or hair pins, so I'm not even sure how this is going to work. But I'm desperate. My left hand grabs an inch of the hair underneath, and I take my magic wand, aka a straightener, and as I move it down the bit of hair, I twist it making a curl.

I feel around for the second strip of hair and do the same. I'm moving rather quickly, because I don't want my sister to catch me. Who knows how long it will take until she gets back, although I'm sure she probably expects me to do this. I finish the sides of my hair, and now it's time for the unruly back. At the top of my head, I've already had to brush out several knots, which is annoying, since I haven't been doing much of anything besides lying here.

I can't lean forward much, so the back of my head is hard to control. After I make my way the best I can through that hair, I decide I'm finished. I have no idea what the final result looks like, but I have no doubt it's not worse than what I started with. Only a few minutes to spare before my sister comes back.

I can't take it any longer. The minute she walks in, I say, "Okay, so I had to do my hair. How does it look?"

"Why did you have to do it? No one cares."

"I do, and it was bugging the heck out of me. I looked like HELL."

"No one cares. Why is it bothering you so much?"

"It just is."

"Why? I don't get it."

"It's just not how I pictured things. I didn't think the ONE day I decide to not do anything to myself would be the ONE day I go into labor....welcome to my world."

Call me crazy...but I just had this vision for delivery. I had taken a shower, done my makeup and hair, wore a cute outfit (no, not heels) arriving at the hospital put together with my suitcase in hand...NOT hair thrown up, no makeup, semi-cute outfit, no suitcase arriving in shambles and worried. That didn't fit into my plan! It's not like this past 10 months of my life has gone anywhere in the vicinity of my plan. You can just take my life plan and toss it out the nearest window, because my plan is irrelevant at this point. I digress.

She laughs, because she knew I wouldn't be able to just let it go. I had to fix my do, at least a little. I tell her I need to go to the bathroom. When in reality, I need to go to the bathroom, so I can look at my hair. She says, "How are you going to get there?"

I say, "Uh, (like, hello? What do you think?) Walk."

"How are you going to do that? You can't move your legs."

"Oh...yeah, I forgot about that. How inconvenient."

It's crazy how you get so use to something (walking), and when it is taken away from you, it never occurs to you that you can't do it anymore.

She sits down, and I ask for a mirror. She doesn't have one, so I use her phone to get a not very clear reflection of how my hair looks. It'll work. Heck just about anything but what I had would work at this point. Then I ask, "Can you get me my makeup?"

"Are you seriously going to put on makeup?"

"Well not a full face, but I definitely want some powder on. Have you seen me?"

"Yes, no one cares."

"I care. I can't have my picture taken like this....." I pause for a brief moment as though I can't believe I didn't put it on my hospital list. I know I put it on my list for my mom's house, but I don't remember my brother-in-law asking me where it was.

I continue, "Oh-my-gosh!! I forgot a razor."

"So."

"I need to shave my legs. I haven't shaved my legs. Gross."

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