Showing posts with label pregnancy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pregnancy. Show all posts

17 June 2006

A close-up

Here are some close-ups of the nearly complete nursery:




Here is a close-up of my ballooning ankle (Sasha dropped yesterday preventing nearly all lower body circulation):


And here is a close-up of the newly texturized pixie bangs:

My smile wasn't working very well today, so I cut it out of the picture, lol.

I am not sure I will be pregnant much longer. All bets are that she will be here in the next few days! By then I am sure my smile will be working and I will have happy, happy pictures to share. :)

13 June 2006

You asked for it - shortest bangs in the world!!!


No complaints about what a faraway shot this is. One does not need a microscope to notice this hackjob. Oh, and one bonus belly pic included. :)

11 June 2006

Eee gads, more hair choppage

Only I did it to my own head this time! I vaguely remember Daring Young Mom posting about an experience with a mullet. I'm not sure if that was self imposed or not. But yeah, I did this to myself. On purpose. And no, I will not show pictures... of ME. I WILL show you the look I was going for... on the fabulous Ms. Charlize Theron, however.



They are called pixie bangs and I think they're super cute. Just not on me. Perhaps a professional could have achieved the look I was going for. Hmmm, why didn't I think of that before? Oh yes. That is because I am an impulsive hormonal bundle of nerves. :) All my handi-craft-working skills have failed me with this latest project! My confidence is shot; I do believe I have found the limitations of what I can and cannot do.

It will be approximately 3 weeks before my bangs are the length they should be. Oh, nightmarish visions of that 7th grade self trim gone awry. You know, it's okay that we do it to our daughter's hair. We even take pictures! (Oh no - pictures! I completely forgot - our birth annoucement is going to be a video montage. This is much worse than I thought. And now I am crying. Great.)

And here I am FINALLY off bedrest and afraid to leave my home for fear of pointing and laughing, or worse, whispering and stifled snorting!!!

Of course, once I have this beautiful baby in my arms it won't matter, right? I mean, she WILL be the perfect distraction from what isn't growing on top of my head. Right?

RIGHT?!?!

I need prayers for speedy hair growth. *SOB*