+ When people ask what prompted my drastic haircut I respond "postpartum hair loss." Most often it is taken as a joke: oh, haha, you become a mom and you cut your hair, hardy har har, postpartum jokes. Mom hair, soon enough mom jeans, and before we know it I'll have half used kleenex in every coat pocket. But, alas, it is not a joke. Postpartum hair loss is real people! My hair dresser poo-pooed me until my last cut and then she caved and admitted how thin my hair has become. I'm learning to take what comes and dance with it though. (By "learning" I mean moping my way onto the dance floor and pathetically swaying...until "I Don't Feel Like Dancing" by the Scissor Sisters comes on and I can really bust a move.)
+ I was wearing Alice around the kitchen tonight, singing and bouncing as I cooked a couple eggs, thinking about how blurry the last 4 months are. Wait- we have a baby? When did this happen? Whirlwind. I feel like I've been walking around with my fly down for 4 months. I recounted Alice's birth story for friends last night and it felt far away and foreign to recall. How very odd.
+ Sleep has been minimally restful of late- I manifest anxiety physically (defending my grad thesis gave me hives for 2 weeks). The other night I dreamt that the midwife who delivered Alice was in our kitchen stealing our casserole dishes. One dish in particular actually- this pretty, green, ceramic 9x13 my mom got me for Christmas several years ago. I asked the midwife if she'd at least bring that one back and she said no. Looked me right in the eye and said no! Humph.
+ I should probably, at some point, put to words how I'm feeling about the current state of Jake's MS. I don't quite have it in me today, but it is on my radar to sit up and type down soon. I imagine I'll feel it more manageable when articulated. In the meantime, videos of Jake playing peek-a-boo with Alice are much more palatable. That's right- Alice learned peek-a-boo this weekend:
+ I was wearing Alice around the kitchen tonight, singing and bouncing as I cooked a couple eggs, thinking about how blurry the last 4 months are. Wait- we have a baby? When did this happen? Whirlwind. I feel like I've been walking around with my fly down for 4 months. I recounted Alice's birth story for friends last night and it felt far away and foreign to recall. How very odd.
+ Sleep has been minimally restful of late- I manifest anxiety physically (defending my grad thesis gave me hives for 2 weeks). The other night I dreamt that the midwife who delivered Alice was in our kitchen stealing our casserole dishes. One dish in particular actually- this pretty, green, ceramic 9x13 my mom got me for Christmas several years ago. I asked the midwife if she'd at least bring that one back and she said no. Looked me right in the eye and said no! Humph.
+ I should probably, at some point, put to words how I'm feeling about the current state of Jake's MS. I don't quite have it in me today, but it is on my radar to sit up and type down soon. I imagine I'll feel it more manageable when articulated. In the meantime, videos of Jake playing peek-a-boo with Alice are much more palatable. That's right- Alice learned peek-a-boo this weekend:
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