October 12, 2008
25 Weeks and The End of an Era.
This is what I looked like yesterday... at 25 weeks pregnant.
And just like when I turned 25 years old, something about the number feels... suddenly up there. Like, this is really happening. And relatively SOON. 25 weeks= somewhere in the 7th month, doesn't it? I have no idea. Pregnancy timelines are so confusing.
Also, ohdearlord, are those stretch marks already??!
When I was pregnant with Ezra, I stayed stretch-mark free until about a week before I gave birth. With only DAYS left to go, my skin gave out. Not that I mind too much... they don't bother me at all, really. (Battle wounds!) But, I got some stretch marks elsewhere at the same time that I have never quite gotten used to. Let's just say they were a result of an increasing milk supply, and they are MUCH more prominent than the marks I got on my belly. Curse you, small boobs! You just couldn't handle the pressure, could you?
I'm feeling great but still stressing about landing on a name so that I can start calling this child something other than "the baby". At the same time, I'm trying to be patient and trust that God is hearing my prayers about finding the name. I believe that God knows this baby's name, and that He will tell us what it is when He's good and ready to tell us. It's my job, in the meantime, to try and suppress the inner maniacal basket-case inside of me and just keep my ears tuned into Him so that I can hear His voice.
(This is about as easy for me as threading a baseball bat through the eye of a sewing needle. I'm not the most patient person in the world.)
In other news, I did something drastic again yesterday.
Yes, I cut my hair.
I was getting ready to go to a friend's wedding, and my hair was just so... UGH... and... CRUNCHY... and... UGH&^!(&^!%@... so, I put some of it up in a pony tail and I chopped it all off.
I did it myself, so it needs some professional touching-up eventually, but I feel like a new woman. It is off of my neck and I have found LOTS of cute and different ways to wear it. I can still pull it into a ponytail. And the crispy, unhealthy ends are gone, which is the best feeling in the world.
Also? IT WAS FUN. I love cutting my hair.
So, I suppose this means that, after nearly two years of Operation:Grow Hair!, I have finally caved. Although, I still plan on growing it out from here... hopefully this time with fewer layers and healthier ends.
The end of an era, no?