Once upon a time, (approximately 5 weeks into this pregnancy, last January) I cried for the better part of a Thursday afternoon after listening to Upward over the Mountain, by Iron and Wine. If your not familiar with this song, its basically about sons growing up and moving out.
So far, in life I've learned that sons tend to go out on their own while daughters tend to cling to home a bit more. Not just geographically, but in any sense. I talk to my mom for at least an hour everyday on the phone. Jason talks to his mom for MAYBE fifteen minutes a week. This is just the typical difference I learned between sons and daughters as they grow. SO finding out I was pregnant and the fear of having two boys and "losing" them just put me over the edge.
Saturday afternoon, I got another bout of empty nest syndrome. It seems so silly to try to explain that I could be freaking out over this while my seventeen-month old sat in the back seat and 37 weeks pregnant, but hey-totally the hormones talking, right? Anyhow, what my whole point is
NEVER GET A FIRST HAIR CUT!!!
Shortly before my little episode, I cut all my baby's curls off! I wanted him to have longer shaggier hair than a typical boy, but knew that it had to be all one length first or he would end up with a mullet. Every time I would turn around in the car to look at him on the ride home he looked like a completely different kid. KID My baby looks like a little boy now...and I'm so sad because of it. So sad as I sit here huge and pregnant ready to go into labor at any moment. I so cannot wait to have this baby and get rid of this woman who has become "Crazy Hormone Jessi."
Saturday afternoon, I got another bout of empty nest syndrome. It seems so silly to try to explain that I could be freaking out over this while my seventeen-month old sat in the back seat and 37 weeks pregnant, but hey-totally the hormones talking, right? Anyhow, what my whole point is
NEVER GET A FIRST HAIR CUT!!!
Shortly before my little episode, I cut all my baby's curls off! I wanted him to have longer shaggier hair than a typical boy, but knew that it had to be all one length first or he would end up with a mullet. Every time I would turn around in the car to look at him on the ride home he looked like a completely different kid. KID My baby looks like a little boy now...and I'm so sad because of it. So sad as I sit here huge and pregnant ready to go into labor at any moment. I so cannot wait to have this baby and get rid of this woman who has become "Crazy Hormone Jessi."
(just water by his eye, he did not have any tears. I may have, but he was good)
2 comments:
Oh my Gosh!
Bawling at my desk. That was beautiful, then I got to your little one's haircut.
WOW.
Yes, cutting a boys hair has a dramatic impact on their appearance. This continues at least until they are five (my son's age). Never, ever cut your son's hair if you are feeling even the slightest bit fragile and sentimental about their fleeting youth.
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