Ok its official, I know longer know exactly how many weeks old my baby is. I remember being pregnant and being hyper aware of each week that passed. I even had a reminder on my phone to tell me when I was one week farther along. I though that my husband was so obtuse when he couldn't state the exact week in my pregnancy that I was. But somewhere at month 3, when Cyrus stopped being a newborn I stopped counting in weeks and started counting in months. Since he was born on the 9th of February, I count the 9th of the month as another month older.
Once again I am feeling like time is passing too quickly and the only way to combat that is to enjoy every minute. So I am.
Today I woke up super early, even before my husband who had to leave since he is doing emergency tree service because of the storm Friday night. It has been a blessing in disguise for us because we have made so much extra money on tree service.
The storm also meant that I didn't have to work since power is out at the Pilates studio. I took advantage of my spare time by cuddling with Cyrus in bed and trying to make him laugh. Man that kid is fickle. What makes him giggle one minute doesn't even eke out a mile the next.
After our cuddle party, I came downstairs to workout. Still feeling sore from my trip to the gym yesterday, I decided to only do cardio and abs. 39 min of elliptical and a Tracy Anderson DVD for abs (she really has the best ab moves I have ever done). The reason I didn't make it to 40 minutes was because I was interrupted by a client phone call. Since we are doing emergency tree service I have all the phone calls transferred to my cell phone, which has been a burden since I barely get reception at my house. I have had "HELLO?" and "CAN YOU HEAR ME?" screamed at me more times than I can count.
Thankfully, the phones were pretty calm today and my mom came to babysit Cyrus for a few hours so I could "get stuff done."
I took full advantage. First, I got a pedicure, while sleeping with my eyes open. Then I tried to get a haircut at the place I usually go to, but they had no power so they were closed. I contemplated getting a massage instead but everywhere I called was booked (hmmm.... guess I wasn't the only one with that idea.)
Since there was a Hair Cuttery right next to the nail salon I decided to take my chances and give it a try. I needed a hair cut soooooo bad and it was DRIVING me CRAZY. (Disclaimer: I used to have hair down to my knees and it never bothered my so you know it had to be bad for me to want to get a cut) Not only was my hair creeping toward my waist, providing a great pull toy for Cyrus, but the pregnancy hormones were kicking in and my hair had been falling out in such massive amounts that the ends looked uneven and stringy.
OK, I know Hair Cuttery is no boutique salon with five star reviews, but I figured my hair couldn't possibly look worse than it did at the moment. The minute I walked in I began to regret my decision. None of the stylists had hair even remotely describable as "attractive." There was and overweight Twilight reject with long stringy brown hair, a guy with droopy eye bags and a mop of curls, and a woman who looked like she wrapped a braid around her head in order to just get it out of the way. No one even smiled as they greeted me. I was thinking that Tabitha of Salon Takeover needed to make a visit
I got the braid lady and all I could do was pray that my hair was not unfixxable when I left the salon. Surprise, surprise after all my worry I was ecstatic with the results. It is a little short but the layers were perfect and it was a vast improvement on the stringy horse's tail I was sporting before.
All in all it was a great day. I only spent $75 for a haircut and a pedicure (including tip) and I enjoyed some much need time to relax and feel good about myself again.
I think this is important too. To enjoy the time you have with your baby, you sometimes need to spend time apart.
