I have been posting pretty much daily since we found out about the miscarriage. I
I got my hair done today! I've never found a stylist that I love. Most have been just ok. None have been amazing enough for me to swear my fealty to them.
Times they are changing, friends.
I absolutely love my new cut and color. The stylist was very sweet and also had no problem telling me that what I had initially been thinking might look weird on me. She thought going full-on ombre may not work well because I wear my hair straight 90% of the time. And when you have the ombre look with straight hair, the change in color is more apparent.
She suggested that instead of ombre, she would dye the top of my hair dark brown, one shade darker than my roots. This would get rid of the weird leftover red hair color and would cover up the roots from that. But she didn't want to cover up all the reddish, because she thought it would add dimension at the bottom. Then she wanted to do some caramel highlights underneath, so when she cut my layers, all the color would be towards the bottom and underneath, so there were no drastic roots.
I decided to go with her suggestion. She's the professional, after all.
Here is a "before" photo. Granted, it's when my hair was done up nicely (nicer than normal, anyway) for my company's Christmas party. You can see some of the reddish on the top, and where my roots had started to grow out.
Here are some shots of the current look:
Unfortunately, none of those pictures shows the sides or back, but take my word that it is just dark brown, no funny business! I'm really liking it, and I love the fact that there's an unexpected hint of color towards the bottom/underneath.
Buster and I got a piece of mail today. It was addressed to both of us, and then "+1" after our names. That was for the baby.
It was from Buster's cousin, who is pregnant. I excitedly sent her a message on FB after our 8 week appointment, telling her that we were also pregnant. Soon after, she messaged me wanting our address.
It was a card announcing their pregnancy.
And it made me sad. I already threw away the card, but I couldn't bring myself to throw out the envelope. Yet.
So I did it, by the way. Deactivated my Facebook account. I had a pang of regret right after, but that soon subsided. I came home yesterday in good spirits. And again today. It's a nice change.
Thank you all for your advice regarding the FaceBreak. You are invaluable. Honestly.
I don't think I could do this without you. You know, the whole "survive" thing.