So, I've been tossing around the idea of cutting my very very long hair for the past week or so. Well, today I told the Husband out of the blue that I was cutting it. He said "I'll do it for you!" At first I shot him down. But then after I thought for a few minutes, I said "Alright.. Get my scissors!". I held my hair where I wanted him to cut below it. I didn't realize it was going to be so short! I cringed as I heard the scissors cutting my hair away. Then he turned me around, and showed me my hair that was in his hand. I lost it---Cried like a baby! When all was done, 11-12 inches was gone! It's definitely going to take some getting used to for me. I've NEVER had it this short, and I can only blame the "whoremoans" of pregnancy as my defense. Dan LOVES it on the other hand. But, my head feels tons lighter now. Oh well.. My hair is going to a good cause anyway--Locks of Love. It's been a few years since I've donated my hair to them, and about that long since I've cut it any.
Pics Are Below.. Eep!
First one is just after the cutting, and before my shower... The rest are after when I sleeked it straight..
(Oh, and I'm finally looking Preggo fat.. Weee! Delia's holding her belly too, see?)



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