Gunning for the beard

The husband didn't always have a beard. The first appearance came when I was pregnant with the boy. It gradually grew in over the months, and the husband enjoyed taking off the time from shaving. I'm not really sure what made him give up on razors. I never was a fan of the scratchy, prickly facial hair - It didn't look bad at all, but it's thick and rough, and it's never been my thing. The husband seemed to like it, so I tolerated it. Only because...

The husband promised he'd shave it while I was in the hospital. And so he did. It actually became entertainment while I was in labor. In between contractions, he went into the bathroom and shaved off a little more. He came out of the bathroom each time, and it made me laugh. It was fun, and eventually I had my clean-shaven husband back.

A couple of years later, I became pregnant with the girl. And... the beard gradually came back. I hadn't missed it. I started looking forward to the hospital shaving session again. But the way things go, I ended up going in for a scheduled c-section. No labor. No time to shave. No shaving session. Flash-forward ten-and-a-half years, and: the beard is still around. We just celebrated the boy's bar mitzvah, and the beard was in every photo.

Early on, after the girl was born, the husband and I made a bet. I had never lost the baby weight. The deal is: If I make it back down to my wedding weight, the beard gets shaved. I have never really been able to do it though. Until now. I'm headed in the right direction, anyway.

Looks like I'm losing a pound a month, or so. Slow but sure wins the race. I hope. At this rate, I may be at the wedding weight long before the girl's bat mitzvah. Works for me! The husband may very well be looking very different at that party. Looking forward to it!