I’m doing pretty good with this whole daily posting thing, yes? Okay, so it’s only been a little over a month, but if you consider my track record with prior posting commitments, I think this is notable. I’m still fully committed to posting everyday, even when I am in the hospital dilating, and then when I am up all night sobbing hysterically over a lack of sleep and sanity. Those posts will be the most entertaining, my friends
Today I managed to get my butt out of the house by myself for some pampering. I needed it. I needed out of my house alone so badly because the mess and the smelly litter box were driving me insane. The living room was so incredibly messy thanks to our experimental three year old. He has been attempting to line up large toys in a Tetris-type fashion along the couch and at the base of the stairs. He’s also been gathering like toys in various bags and other containers. I hate, HATE having a living room that doubles as a playroom. I never thought that we could out grow a 3 bedroom apartment, but we have. We have tons of hobbies, crap, and, of course, a kid. All of that spells CLUTTER. That last one alone means you should reconsider raising a family if you suffer from some form of claustrophobia.
Anyway, I left the house. I set an appointment first thing this morning at the Regis salon in the mall. I have wanted to get a haircut for a while, but was unsure if I should because my body and my face are so very different right now. I wanted to try and grow it out, but not cutting it was leaving hideous dead ends and hair that was becoming more and more boxy and heavy the longer it got. So I decided I wouldn’t cut it short (way to make me look FATTER when I’m pregnant) but I would add more shape and layers. The result:
Totally worth the trip through retail hell, totally worth the money spent. I love the way the layers frame my face, I love how light my hair feels now, I love, love the feel of fresh-cut, dead-end free hair
Now I actually feel like a pretty pregnant woman, as opposed to a frumpy, obviously exhausted one. I am still exhausted, but now at least I have nice hair.
And then I DROPPED the camera on the ground, breaking it. The lens is all screwed up, and won’t retract, so the camera refuses to consider working. So no more camera. I suggested that Vance make a new camera my “push present,” but he’s all, “you don’t need a damn reward for pushing a baby out!” And I’m all “OH NO YOU DIDN’T! I guess YOU don’t need CLEAN UNDERWEAR either!”
And so there is that. Hopefully we’ll get a new camera with our tax return. I can’t fathom not having a camera with the new baby here, or even with all of the new stuff going on with Deven lately. This stuff is important, and I want tangible reminders of this time in our lives.