I got my hair cut for the first time in at least a year and a half. I tend to let it get really long and then go get several inches cut off.
Maybe one of the reasons I go so long between haircuts is that it's impossible to get a haircut without the topic of children coming up. This time I finally had a baby to talk about. I actually told myself as I walked towards the building that I didn't have to get into all the infertility/adoption/hysterectomy stuff. I can just be a normal person talking about my baby.
But, the hairdresser really gave me no choice.
She said her boyfriend wanted to have kids but she wanted to wait. Then she said, "Who plans their kids these days anyway? It just happens."
Apparently she is under the impression everyone accidentally gets pregnant without trying and you have no choice whether you start a family.
Then she asked me whether we planned to have Jayden.
Uh.....well.....yes, there was planning involved.
Once I told her we adopted, the floods of questions began.
Before you know it, I am talking about my uterus.
How does that always happen?
Maybe I should have T-shirts made. "Ask me about my uterus. I love uncomfortable conversations in public about missing body parts."