My husband Ryan's official standpoint on the female gender in general is that "chicks are crazy", and he doesn't mind sharing that opinion with me, or anyone else. Now, I have always defended my gender to the utmost degree -loving, caring, emotional, feeling, rational, lovely...these things we are, crazy, we are not. However, as of yesterday I am beginning to wonder......
You see, yesterday, I cut my hair. I mean, I really cut my hair. My hair was past my shoulders, and now no part of it is remotely close to my shoulders. In my world, this is a big deal. Since then (yesterday at around 5:00) I have been living in turmoil:
"What have I done?" (the obvious statement after any haircut)
"Why cut my hair so short when I am 6 months pregnant?" (as if my face needed any help looking rounder)
"I think the left side is longer than the right side" (followed by a good 10 minutes in front of the mirror with the straightener)
"I think I actually do like it..." (then again.....)
"Oh. My. Gosh...what have I done?"
Now, I know all you guys out there are thinking - Ryan had it right all along - chicks, (especially this one) are (definitely) crazy!
But, girls of the world - you are behind me right? I'm not really crazy.
(Am I?) :)