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So I thought I'd keep you abreast of my latest absurd pregnancy experiences; all of which merit counseling, drugs, or lock-up if not for the pregnancy:) Aside from comic value, relating these stories is cathartic for me. This one is categorized as "hormones"--a new variety to add to the typical nausea stories.
Last week I went to have my eyebrows waxed. The lady who waxed my eyebrows name is Michelle. Michelle exuded motherliness. I'm sure you will agree, that you never stop desiring the comfort of your own mother. And the newness of every major rite of passage in life makes you yearn for your mother's guidance and comfort.
Like I said, Michelle had this motherly way about her. Little did she know that as she waxed and tore my stray brows, it was all I could do not to ask her for a hug. Never mind that Michelle resembled nothing of my mom. Michelle is a large black woman. After it was over, I asked her for facial advice, given how pasty and sickly I've looked lately, replete with baby induced nausea. Explaining my angle, that I was pregnant, brought tears to my eyes. I've had that experience before, starting to weep when sharing something personal with someone caring and loving. So there I was. Weeping to my esthetician, asking for the right facial option. " *sniff,* *sniff, microderm abrasion and deep conditioning? You think? Aw, thanks so much for your help." I'm sure Michelle thought the tears were from the hot wax. Little did she know.
Hormones, anyone?
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