Uncooperative Hair and Waist Size

Before I go into my stories for today, I will give a knitting update. The baby sweater is steamed, and I made the bobble buttons last night. Today I should finish the flower and get the whole thing completed. Hooray! I swear my pregnancy brain is making me a slower knitter, but maybe it's my imagination (or the fact that I get practically catatonic in the evenings when I usually knit).

Anyway, I just returned from a long overdue haircut. I'm always nervous about venturing into the waters of a new hair stylist after a move. I guess it's sort of like a blind date, but in this case if the date doesn't go well, you have to walk around with the bad conversation on top of your head for weeks. The good new is that I really liked my new stylist, and I'm sure I'll go back. The style is shorter than I anticipated, but not disturbingly so. In any case, my hair is growing like crazy with these prenatal vitamins, so it will probably be an inch longer by next week. But here's the rub. Whenever I have my hair done, I always have my hair styled straight since I can never get it that straight and I can really see the cut. Today Aimee straightened my new do, and I walked out with the haircut afterglow. The problem was that Andrew dropped me off at the salon on his way to work, and then I was going to walk home afterwards (it's about a mile--a nice little walk). Well, even though it's not raining today, there was still a little fog hanging around. So when I walked in the door, what had been a darling straight hairdo had turning into a frizzy, semi-wavy thing. Alas. Next time maybe I should go with a shower cap to wear on the walk home. Because a shower cap looks so much better than a little frizz.

My other tidbit today is my size anticipation dilemma. My dear friend Kelly is getting married in August, and I'm just thrilled for her. I'm in the wedding, and she just ordered the bridesmaids' dresses. So all of us bridesmaids were supposed to call and give our bust, waist, and hip measurements. Now, I've already changed sizes, and maybe three months after the baby's born I'll be around where I am now. But who knows? I told the lady at the shop to add to my measurements. I was thinking an inch or so, but she suggested three. I guess it can always be taken in. But how strange it felt to make this guess about my waistline 9 months from now. And how about that runner who won the New York Marathon 10 months after giving birth? My more realistic vision is that I'll be happy, if a little thicker in the middle, and I'll have a nice supply of Spanx.