My parents hadn’t seen my son since Christmas, so it was time for a trip. For all the (shudder) pictures, I decided it was time to freshen up my hair color. Hmm, how about a nice medium blonde, to match what I had been growing out for the past few years? Sure! I used an at-home kit, and I SWEAR to you that I picked medium blonde. Yet, when I got out of the shower, my hair looked disturbingly red. I thought it was perhaps that my hair was still wet – I ran all over looking for a dryer, no luck. Convinced it was no big deal, I let my hair air dry and went back to my day. Whoops.
Several hours later I got a chance to look at myself in the mirror. It.Was.Still.Red. Really red. I checked the box – had I made a mistake? Nope, girl on the front still smirked at me with blonde hair. I checked the bottle – had someone mixed up the colors? Nope, it claimed to be blonde. Disturbing.
Until I started to think about it… what day of the month was it? Uh-oh. I made a quick stop at CVS, bought one of those digital pregnancy kits that can’t be misread – it either blinks pregnant or not pregnant. I was on my way to lunch at the time, so I had to take the test in the Cheesecake Factory bathroom. Yeah, classy! I sat down at the table with my friends, only mildly thinking I could get a pregnant – it just didn’t add up. Well, a few minutes later, I reached into my bag, and WHAT?! I shook the test; it was playing a prank on me. Nope! I was pregnant!
I had read that this could happen – the funny hair color deal, but didn’t actually think it could happen to moi. Seems those funny first trimester hormones have a wicked sense of humor. Luckily, my hair magically went back to blonde in about a week, so other than being a redhead in some pictures, no harm done.
