So I said I was going to grow my hair until I got my baby. That was back when we thought we would be waiting 18 months to get our baby. Just typing "our baby" is bizarre because I am really no closer to having a baby than I was two years ago when we started this whole quest. We had two years to wait then and we probably have two years to wait now, uugh probably even more. Someone from my yahoo group was told by her agency that they expected the wait to stretch to between 5 and 7 years. Absurd! If this isn't fate screaming at me I don't know if I'll ever believe. So that being said, I cut my hair. Yup I have a foot--12 inches of, I must say, lusciously soft hair to donate to keep someone else's head warm. My hair is so fine that when I have wear scarves, turtlenecks, sweaters etc. my hair tangles into a rat's nest at the nape of my neck, ponytail or not. Talk about a damage disaster waiting to happen... so if my hair was ever going to benefit anyone I needed to cut and run now. Ha! Cut and run, is this foreshadowing? Should I cut and run from the very thing that brought me to this state of long-haired-ness? Should I stay on to grow another foot and maybe another foot after that? My goodness if I had continued with my commitment to grow my hair until I got my baby girl I would probably look like some mountain woman with straggles of hair fit to cushion the eggs of some other momma, like a robin. If I were ever to get that referral I would want the Chinese officials to let me in, let alone entrust me with an infant.
So this leaves me to the positive aspects of waiting the better part of a decade to get a child. I can pursue some of my other dreams which might improve my financial status. The world may crawl from the muck of recession by then. Our baby may not bear any physical damage from being fed melamine laced formula. Hey, maybe the world will achieve peace by then. While I am dreaming of the impossible, maybe global warming will be solved to the point where hell freezes over.
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