Some troubles...

I know that the day is approaching that I am going to lose all of my hair. I had asked Riley what he would think if I were to shave my head. He told me that he thought it was going to be 'cool'! We joked and laughed that we would all have the same haircut (him, Daddy and I).  He thought that was pretty funny. About a week later he told me that he thought maybe I might look 'weird'. Maybe I shouldn't shave my head. Uh oh. Today, Derek and I went to pick up my wig in preparation for the next two to seven days, when I would lose my hair for certain. Riley told me he was nervous to see my head shaved and to see my wig. He was scared that I wouldn't look like 'Mom'. I got my wig out to show him. It is essentially the same colour hair I currently have and very close to the same length and style. He seemed okay with that. I'll be honest, I'm as nervous as Riley about seeing me bald. I'm having some trouble sleeping well because I keep thinking I'm going to wake up and all my hair is going to be on my pillow. I've only cried twice in this whole process, but I have a feeling I may cry the day my hair begins to fall out. Hair is part of your identity as a woman. It takes a long time to grow back and won't even start to grow until two to three months after I finish chemo. I am definitely having some troubles with this hurdle...