Tomorrow is my last day of work and if you're wondering why I chose to leave on a Thursday, my only answer is D.C. rush hour traffic on a Friday is to be avoided at all costs! I actually gave my four weeks notice based on that. Thursdays aren't much better, but a two hour drive home versus a three hour drive home is reason enough for me.
I also have some errands to get done before I start my new job on Monday, the most important of which is finally getting my car titled and registered in the state of Maryland. Yes, we've been living here since April and I'm just now getting it done. Apparently I haven't learned my lesson at all!
To make up for a morning spent in the DMV, I'm devoting my afternoon to getting pampered. After my mother-in-law and sister-in-law learned about our miscarriage, they went right into action to find a way to cheer me up since they couldn't be here in person. They sent me a very generous gift certificate to a local salon and spa with the instructions to pamper myself. We've been so busy that I haven't had any time to schedule an appointment, but I'm finally going on Friday, which incidentally marks four weeks since the D&C.
After pouring over all of the spa treatments, I ultimately decided to go for the Hot Stone Massage. I've always been curious about them and decided now was the perfect time to try it out. The last massage I had was on our honeymoon (a glorious couples massage on the beach in Jamaica at sunset - swoon) so I am really looking forward to this.
The pampering doesn't end there, however! When I mentioned to my mom that I was considering getting my hair cut with the gift certificate rather than getting a spa treatment, she insisted that I get the massage and that she would treat me to a hair cut. Love! I really am a lucky girl to be surrounded by all of these caring and thoughtful women in my life. Now I just have to decide on a cut.
I'm really leaning towards going short again. I adore my hair long and love all that I can do with it, but it's a pain in the butt to take care of, not to mention that I'm losing it like crazy due to the sudden drop in pregnancy hormones. Seriously, thank God I have thick hair because I swear I should be bald by now. (Another lovely miscarriage symptom they forgot to mention!)
The only trouble is that I have this weird, romantic attachment to my long hair. I'm a very feminine girl and I tend to attach my femininity to the length of my hair. Stupid and archaic and so un-Gloria Steinem, I know. (And this is coming from a girl who almost minored in Women's Studies!) This has nothing to do with Jon's preferences, either. He actually prefers my hair short and is always begging me to cut it. And honestly, I love short hair too. I think it's so cute and chic and fresh-looking. And I can pull it off too!
February 2007, after chopping it off to donate to Pantene's Beautiful Lengths
But you can't pull it back in a ponytail, and lord knows I'm a ponytail girl! What's a girl to do? HELP!!
