I did it.

I’ve made peace with my body.

I was talking to my mom yesterday and it suddenly hit me: I would be inducing, like, today or something if my doctor had let me.  And yet, now that I’m here, there is nothing in my body saying that it’s time.  Tony does not feel ready to come out, and I can’t imagine trying to force him.  I think I made the right decision, even if it wasn’t my decision to make.

I got my haircut yesterday, which was fabulous.  I had to make myself go, because Lord knows I’m just too tired to do any-damn-thing lately and trudging off to the mall during the shopping season was only slightly higher on my list than “remove child from uterus with a toilet plunger”.  But I so love my stylist that it was worth the trip. (And the money.) I sat down and said, “Give me something wash and wear.”  When you have natural curl, you don’t GET style with wash and wear.. you get curl.  But she cut me a shag that is so cute and, seriously, we never touched a brush to it.

Of course, Bryan didn’t notice my hair was missing.  Two inches?  And nothing.

HOWEVER, he did come home before ten o’clock last night, which was amazing.  He’s so exhausted, bless his heart, but it was so nice to see him while I was still awake.

To the nice gentlemen who gave up front row parking at Target last night because he saw a pregnant woman sobbing as she drove: I tip my hat to you, sir.  The walk you saved me made my night.

It’s going to be a wonderful Friday.