Earlier this past week, I thought I was surely going into labor. At nearly 39 weeks pregnant, that would not have been so out of the realm of possibility.
Only problem was, I had a hair appointment scheduled. Right around when the contractions and other assorted labor-related symptoms began, I was supposed to be leaving my house for a cut and color at a salon nearly a half-hour away. And I’ve had this planned out for awhile now—my hair is growing out from when I got it chopped off back in October, I’d had it touched up in January, but it had since become a mullet with dark roots and I REALLY NEEDED TO GET IT FIXED BEFORE THE BABY WAS BORN.
So with a bemused and concerned husband and...READ MORE