I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about what to wear when I meet my soulmate, and I’ve been married for nearly five years.
That isn’t to say he isn’t my soulmate, but our souls could never be as aligned as the soulmate I’m preparing to meet this week. A soul that literally developed inside a body that grew inside my own.
Sure, I’ll probably be wearing a hospital gown and won’t actually have any say over what I’m wearing at all. But I’ve thought about how my hair should look, whether I should wear makeup. What shoes do I wear to the hospital? If I choose my gross, mud-damaged Toms, will she even know? Will she even care if the first time she opens my eyes I look like a hot mess?
What about my hair? It’s easier to put it up when it’s straight (which may be good for when I’m sweating my face off and pushing her out), but it also makes me feel prettier. Will she notice if my hair is straight or not? Does she know what hair is? Will she know who I am?
I realize if I ever spoke these questions aloud I would sound ridiculous. “Who cares what you look like, you’re about to have a BABY!”
And really, it’s not like I care because I’m going to be around people who will see what I look like. It’s because I’m meeting her.