One more step in motherhood

My mom witnessed me cutting all my fingernails off a few weeks ago and said "well, there ya go." She explained to me that when we become mothers, first our fingernails go, then our hair goes, then our jewelry goes. Now I've been cutting my fingernails short for a long time, but I started doing it more often in the NICU days when I had to scrape under my fingernails during the 3-minute handwashing sessions. I only wear my engagement and wedding rings when I'm going out, and if I'm handling Ace, I have to be very careful with that gigantic rock on my engagement ring. I've already scratched him once and I felt like crap.

Now I'm cutting my hair off. It's about medium length now, several inches past my shoulders, and almost the longest it's ever been. While I do like my hair, and it's quite pretty when styled, it takes a very long time to dry - 10-15 minutes - because it's so incredibly thick. 10-15 minutes is a very long time when a steady stream of hot air is being pointed at your head and face. If I want to style it, that's another 10-15 minutes of taming. I sure wish it were the 80's with the big, puffy, unruly hair. I'd be super hott.

I have an appointment for Thursday. I'm not going too short - it's gotta be long enough to fit in a ponytail - but I'm definitely ready to spend a whole lot less time in the bathroom fiddling with my hair. I already have to take my showers while Ace is napping in his swing clear across the house from my bathroom, and I hate that. I hate spending another 10-15 minutes not being able to hear him.

Next up: tapered jeans and a minivan. The Saints will win the Superbowl before I wear tapered jeans (*shudder*) but it sure is a pain shoving Ace's car seat into the Jeep...