Friday, February 17, 2012
36 weeks. And a haircut.
It has been five months since I've had my hair cut. The ends of my hair looked like they'd been stuck in an electrical socket. Not cute. Why did I wait so long? Who knows. Laziness, maybe. Or maybe it's because I've worn my hair up in a messy bun or ponytail pretty consistently the last few weeks, masking the grossness of my ends. Either way, it was some much-needed maintenance. Just an inch or so. Just what I needed. And I figured it is much easier to get my hair cut now while this wee-one is quietly inside of me rather than when she is squirming and screaming outside of me, right? Right.
In other news, I am 36 weeks pregnant today. Does it look like this little one has dropped in my belly or is it just my imagination? Also, I found out that my mom delivered me early at 38 weeks and I was already a whopping 8-ish lbs. Maybe there is hope that I'll only be pregnant for two more weeks? Wouldn't that be wonderful. And also terrifying.
Is there any truth to if-your-mom-delivered-early-you-will-too theory? Just humor me and tell me yes. Four more weeks seems like an awfully long time.