Most of my life I have had shorter hair. I had it long as a kid, then went with my dad to chop it all off. Then I grew it out again and then my senior year of highschool I cut it chin length and never looked back. From that point on I would try to grow it out and as soon as it hit my shoulders I would hate it and hack it all off. Sometimes to the chin, sometimes even boy short.
Then there was the color. I started playing around with coloring my hair at 17 and in the next 15 years I would go from blond to red to black to calico. Then I got old. I really don't know what changed, but I just started wanting my hair to be close to what my natural color used to look like. Coloring it was a pain in the ass and was getting more and more expensive by the day. Same with cutting. I decided that I just wanted it to be long. Actually, I want it to be really long, like past my breasts, but above my waist. Just for once I have to see what it's like to have hair like that. Of course, I chose the time to do it when there will be a child that will want to tug on it, but timing isn't everything. Cause what I can tell you with my timing...is there has never been a more right time to grow it out. It's growing thick and it's growing fast. Whenever I would brush my hair after a shower before I would lose a small animal each time. Now, only 2-3 hairs. The color is probably the most natural looking it has been since I was 17 as well. The rumors are definitely true, pregnancy hair is kick ass!