Today I’m back at the shop, with my sister on standby in case the pain in my head makes a comeback. So far so good. I’m keeping my fingers crossed and hope to make some sales. I might complain about the weirdos we sometimes get here but I still love selling. There’s a thrill to it that you never get used to and Christmas time is the most exciting time sales-wise.
Other good news is that the nausea finally seems to be fading away. I only got mild indigestion the past couple of days* which allowed me to actually speak and walk after 5pm. Now that I’m starting to feel human again, I plan on doing some baking (Munchkin wants to make muffins and I’m dead set on producing industrial amounts of my ‘famous’ mince pies this year). I also think it’s time I started wearing makeup again. Lately I just could not be bothered and have been sporting a squeaky clean face. I avoid mirrors and reflective surfaces and I’m fine. However, I think it’s time I started making an effort for my husband. He’s had enough to put up with and the least I can do is at least try to look pretty for him.
Talking about appearances, I can’t wait to dye my hair red again. It still is red but a dull coppery colour mixed with my natural brown. I’m not keen on it all and I feel really frumpy. My dear hairdresser, being a mum of two herself and very maternal in her approach (even though she’s 10 years my junior), is reluctant to slather dye all over my head while I’m pregnant. I do understand her concern but all the articles I’ve read about the matter state that it’s perfectly safe. Dear friends, what do you think? I need to convince her as soon as possible or I’ll end up like this for the next 6 months!
* My apologies for sharing a little too much at times, but this space still is my diary of sorts! 🙂