A eulogy.

You'll never guess what I did today.

I was really driven to it. The status quo had just become intolerable. I just couldn't stand it any longer. I could have gotten someone else to do it, but I have always had the feeling that I could do it myself, so I did.

I don't really regret it. The change was a little drastic and more than I was expecting, but I have been feeling that it was necessary for a while now, and while I do miss the old, I think I'll be happy with the new. Oo, now that I've said that, I think I'm going to cry.

Yep, I cut my hair. That's about ten inches setting on the edge of the sink right there. I hadn't meant to take that much off. My hair now rests directly on top of my shoulders, and I was hoping to leave a couple more inches. I forgot that hair gets shorter as it dries. I also forgot that cutting usually means trimming afterwards. But I'm not that disappointed with the result, even if I can't get a good picture of it.

My first thought was that now I just look like any other pregnant woman. I think I look a lot younger with shorter hair and a lot less distinctive. I also don't want to throw my clippings away. I keep thinking, "What's Seth going to think?" And I can't figure out if I like it. I was really fond of my hair. It was long and soft and almost chestnut. I could do the most wonderful braids and twists with it. Oh, why did I make it so short?

On the other hand, my head is much lighter now. I don't have to do as much with it. And I don't look in the mirror and think, "Too much hair. It makes me look tired." Instead I think, "Grow another inch or two, quickly." Oh well. When it does grow that inch or two, I think I'll be happier. And it's really not so bad.