In pursuit of being hirsute

One of the many things that "they" don't tell you about childbirth and life thereafter is the fact that after you have the baby, most of your hair falls out.

At around 3 months post-partum, the shedding began. At first it was just a little extra hair in my brush and a larger clump in the shower drain. Now that I'm in the fourth month, it's coming out in clumps. It's so bad that the entire bathroom floor is covered in my hair. I found several tresses wrapped around Sam's little fingers. Jack's toy helicopter has a whole hunk wound around it's rotor. And I can't count the hunks that have recently appeared in the lint catcher in my dryer.

I feel like my hair is at half its usual bushiness.

For those of you that don't me, I have an immense brunette mane of hair. It's frizzy or curly depending on the humidity and it now reaches the middle of my back. My luv-lee hairdresser, Dean at the Lid Lounge always comments on the girth of my mop as he usually thins it out manually with his razor. But there is no need for artificial thinning techniques now. Mother Nature has decided to bless me with this 'natural' process of de-forestation.

So here I sit in a pile of my own locks. I wonder if I should put them in the recycling bin or whether I should make a wig for my baldy newborn, Sam.