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Long Hair Don't Care

2 weeks, 6 days.....That is the official--baby Owen arrival countdown.

Spoiler alert.  I think we settled on Owen as his name.  Owen Something Abbott.  Big shock.  It was the original name we had wanted.  We tried on a few others but ultimately came back to Owen.

So there is that.

I can't believe we are over half way through the month and I haven't got a chance to blog again!  Where does the time go?  It is my favorite month of the year after all.

Looking over my to-do list, I am feeling pretty accomplished.  I need to deal with my master closet and our drawers but it is so hard to organize clothing when you can't fit into most of them.  The transition to and from pregnancy is a tough one on the wardrobe.  The body changes for 10 months in one directions, and then it is the months of change into the other direction.  Such is life.

Other than that, I scheduled my to-do list such that the last things were somewhat.....*ahem* self-pampering.  Mostly because, I know when we hit the ground running, I will let little things go like hair cuts and stuff so I wanted to wait as long as possible to stretch that haircut out.

Speaking of hair cuts:

This is me 36 weeks pregnant with Haley

Last time, I went with a short "mom" cut.  I liked it, but once Haley was born, I stopped getting hair cuts.  So it grew and grew.  And then I decided that I would just let it grow out long.  So now I have:

It is long.  Has some layers.  And my bangs are completely grown out.  Like all hair styles it has it's pros and cons, but I am ready to add some style to my plain long hair.  Especially in the forehead region.  I need some bangs.....

I've always been a fan of this--but almost always regret straight bangs:

So I am thinking about going with more of the side swept:



I can never get my bangs just right.  

..the closest I have ever gotten to my "ideal bangs" was this from September last year:


I have yet to make my appointment, because I think my self esteem is counting on this hair cut--so I am feeling slightly reluctant (I'm in a fragile state, if this ends poorly for my hair--I am going to be crabby.).  At 37 weeks pregnant, and not being able to see my own feet---I need a good hair cut.  And I need a good eye brow wax.  I need to just do it.  Probably next week.  

I REALLY like to have highlights.  But it is expensive and a lot of up keep--so probably not ideal right now.  Maybe this summer.  

My point is...how do you "survive" the last few weeks of pregnancy?  Distraction.  Right now, I am distracted with my hair.  Wish me luck.

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Also, I just realized, without my bangs cut--I resemble Amy Farrah Fowler


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