Did I ever tell you about the time I grew a giant beard? Only twice so far in my life have I grown a full beard. The first time was in protest to the House of Commons perroging and the second time was a labor of love for my unborn child and a way of measuring the time and effort my wife put into being pregnant. In May 2010, when we found out Lauren was pregnant, we came up with a way for me to be part of the process, I was to grow my beard and not touch or trim it for the entire 9 months until the baby was born. This was for a few reasons, the main one being that it would help for me to track the timeline of Lauren’s pregnancy and give me something measurable. (To note, I also gave up for the duration of the pregnancy: coffee, alcohol, and sushi).
The beginning stages of the beard in my opinion were the worst. It was so itchy and scratchy and I just wanted to shave, but that would defeat the whole purpose. As it grew, it got a life of its own. Some people understood the point; others just didn’t get it. I was diligent about combing it and keeping it neat looking, although it was harder as it grew bigger and I must say it did keep me warm in the winter.
By the time Oscar was born, it was rather impressive. I think that I learned that, as a timeline for such an event, it was perfect because by the time Lauren was ready to finally have Oscar, I was ready to get rid of my beard! We took a couple of pictures with Oscar, showing the beard.
The same night at the hospital I shaved it off into a garbage can; it felt so good!
I would say to any father to-be to try this and see how it feels. The process is one that takes patience and a willingness to be part of the whole pregnancy with your wife.
I think next time I will grow my hair.
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