Maybe it was vanity, maybe a little bit of superstition. But I just couldn't bring myself to cross the street to Capelli Colori and let Bernardo hack off the flowing tresses. (OK, not flowing.) Then the boys arrived and, well, goodbye nice hair.
Not that it became awful, but as it kept growing after I gave birth I could tell it was going back to its usual straightness so I reconnected with Bernardo (who was understandably puzzled as to why I had stayed away, and then delighted when I told him why) and had him take off several issues. The good news is that I've achieved the long bangs I wanted most of last year. Now I just have to see if I can live with them.
If not, buzz cut!!!