True Confessions

I am vain. There, I said it.

Here is the thing, I like looking nice.

And because I am vain, and I have had a patch of gray hair since I was 17, I have always dyed my hair. After much researching, hemming and hawing, and sighing into the mirror every morning at the state of my tresses, I decided to just go ahead and do it.

I made an appointment today to have my hair done next week. And by "done" I mean dyed. And highlighted. And cut. And I am excited.

I waited until the magical 12 week mark (12 weeks without doing my roots? Never been done in the entire history of me dying my hair), and will be well on my way to 13 by the time the appointment comes, and I think I will be a happier momma when it is all said and done.

But, I worry, because that is what I do. I know that the salon uses much safer formulas than the filler crap in a DIY box.. I also know that every stylist I have ever asked about this have all mentioned that they not only have done it, but it is their job to dye other people's hair even when they are pregnant too.


So here goes nothing. I will let you know how I feel after.


11 weeks, 6 days along

...and I am one vain momma.