Aside from the obvious positive (BABIES), pregnancy is doing one awesome thing for me: my hair is growing at an astonishing rate.
I usually have very long hair. I occasionally cut most of it off and give it to Locks of Love or some equivalent charity. Last summer, shortly after my older sister's wedding, I went from hip-length (which really was too long) to almost-chin-length. Which was way too short, and not what I wanted. It wasn't cute, because I didn't want to lose even more length to layers or "style". I just waited for it to grow out. Which it sort of did, reaching pony-tail length. And frankly, I just stopped caring, because between depression, IVF failures left and right, work and school, and an all-around dissatisfaction of my physical body, my hair was the last thing on my mind.
And now, all of the sudden, I'm trimming my bangs weekly (and shaving my armpits daily and my legs far less than I should), and my hair falls past my bra-strap on my back.
Rock on.
I wonder if I could somehow harness this magical hair-growing power and use it to draft an agreeable CBA so I could actually watch my beloved Jazz this season?
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Me too. Hair is growing crazy-like. Shaving constantly and have I mentioned I'm growing a beard? My nails too! My hair growing quickly is good and bad. Because I highlight my hair and now I have horrible black roots, because I'm afraid to use hair dye just yet, in fear that it will kill my baby...
The power of the hair, it's a beautiful thing. Nails, too. I can't keep up with them.
My hairdresser said she had to clip her toe-nails all the time when she was pregnant. Weird!
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