Haircut

I went and got a haircut this morning.

Doesn't seem like a big deal. I get haircuts every few months. For me, however, this particular haircut was a huge step that I desperately needed to take. When I found out I was pregnant, I decided it might be fun to just let my hair grow. Then, the pictures of me with my belly growing would also have my hair growing, so when I looked back I'd get to see all of the changes over the months.

I walked into the salon and told them to do whatever they wanted. It looks nice, I think. The whole time, all I could think about was how my hope was gone.

For some reason, I didn't let my husband take any pictures while I was pregnant. I didn't want to have any reminders if something went wrong. I planned to let him start when I was in the second trimester. Never got a chance. Now the hair's gone, too, the last physical reminder (other than the baby weight) that he was ever there.