When I was pregnant with Sophie, I started to get gray hair. "Don't worry," Roy's step-mom said, "it will fall out when Sophie is born."
20 months later and not only has it not fallen out, it has increased. Don't get me wrong, I'm pretty content with getting older and I think gray hair is regal and stunning. But I'm 28. I could've waiting another, oh, 5 years before studying the top of my head in the mirror.
I think I have come to understand what is causing my gray hair.
For 9 months, I carried a Cornett child in my womb.
Roy's dad, and all of his uncles, are silver topped and Roy himself cannot remember a time when his father's hair held pigment. Roy started going gray in high school but during college it miraculously ceased. Even so, at 30, I am convinced that Roy will be totally gray - or at least salt and peppered - by 32.
So instead of blaming my age, I'm blaming my husband for my gray hair. I am sure I won't be the first.