Every deployment he has been on since I've met him, he's shaved his head.
OK, I've shaved his head. This one was no different. I've tried time and time again to figure this one out. I guess it's like those silly rituals the sports players have, or some students that believe they have that LUCKY shirt. Me? I say bah Humbug... but you won't catch me walking under a ladder or opening an umbrella in the house. HA. I guess to each his own, so I have to respect his wishes, and I guess I'm not the one who has to look at that dome for all those months.
The girls on the other hand weren't so easily convinced.
Do you or anyone you know have a ritual, quirk, whatever? How do you deal?
Although the pregnancy had it's ups and downs (felt like more downs) I would so do it again. And YES even twins again. I was ecstatic and relieved once it was over and very lucky that at 34 weeks, my girls were 7lbs 15oz and 7lbs 13oz and both 21 inches. But now they're really growing. I've got two mobile machines, and I can't help but to wonder, where all the time has gone by. I look at the pictures of them when they were first born and I miss that. I don't really miss the sleepless nights, but I miss the feel of soft warm sleeping babies, so cuddly. They're still cuddly, but man can they squirm. It's only been 9 months, but so much has changed. Am I crazy for thinking about another one?
