I’m pulling my hair out these days. No, not in the “I’m so frustrated” sense. More like literally pulling out handfuls of hair every time I touch my head.
I’ve always shed a lot of hair, even prior to becoming pregnant for the first time. My husband always complained about the piles of long, blond hair that would gather on our dark hardwood floors, especially after drying my hair. When I got pregnant with Littleman, all of that stopped! It was miraculous! All of my hair stayed on my head (or so it seemed) for my entire pregnancy. It was my favourite pregnancy symptom, by far.
Of course, after Littleman was born, I went right back to my old, hair-shedding ways. Nothing worse, mind you, just your average, run-of-the-mill shedding.
With Bo’s pregnancy, my hair continued to fall out as usual. I kept waiting to stop shedding, but it never happened. What a disappointment.
After Bo was born, though, things got worse. When I wash my hair, I pull out huge clumps. When I dry my hair, my bed (and clothes) end up covered in it. I find hairballs everywhere. It’s gross.
I’m sure it doesn’t help that I haven’t had my hair cut since January. Luckily, I’ve lined up my mom to watch the little guy so I can go to the salon on Wednesday. I’m keeping my fingers crossed that a good haircut will help a bit. If not, it is entirely possible that I will be bald by the end of the summer.
Ahhh hormones… gotta love ’em.