Day 14 was yesterday. That was the day my hair was supposed to start coming out in clumps. It didn't.
I've been 'waiting' for the inevitable, as if I'm pregnant and walking around thinking my water is going to break any minute. #thankgodi'mnotpreggo
I'm not weepy about it, well I was 2 weeks ago. What I have been is anxious. I'm hesitant to wash my hair. I'm hesitant to run my fingers through my hair. I'm hesitant to itch my scalp, thinking THIS is the moment.
I keep thinking I'll wake up and there will be hair on my pillow, lots of it. Or on my face. Or when I do itch my scalp, while sitting there watching my son's all star little league game, that a clump o'hair will choose to come out then + there.
I've tried to 'prep' or plan. I've got my wigs lined up, my scarves ready to go. I 'practiced' last week putting my scarves on + getting the turban wrap thing down. I've even popped into the barber shop to chat with Carla about clipping/shaving my head. She's been there herself.
I went from wanting to having a head shaving, champagne sipping, girlfriend event at my hair salon to a 'just do it' quiet + get it done moment. I've thought of having my kids come but decided it will be a bit traumatic for them. I may even have myself a margarita next door before + after this 'moment' or not.
I also wonder if I'll be different and not lose all of my hair. #wishfulthinking
I'm anxious for the moment because I can't control it.