That wonderful postpartum time when ALL MY HAIR STARTS TO FALL OUT.
On average, a person loses 50-100 hairs a day. During pregnancy, the higher estrogen levels result in a longer growing period for hair follicles. With fewer hairs falling out, one of the benefits of pregnancy -other than the baby you get at the end!- is long, thick, luxurious tresses for nine months. Once the baby's out and the estrogen levels take a nose dive, your head decides to catch up on all the hair shedding its been missing out on.
So now I find myself not only constantly picking hair off of myself, but also unraveling hairs from Andrews fingers, toes, arms, legs, neck... I find hair in all this chubby baby creases and cracks. I did a search on google to see if there's ever been a case of a baby strangled by it's mother's hair, but didn't come up with anything.
(Although I did this for kicks, it actually brought up a lot of really disturbing articles about infanticide and murder. Don't do it, m'kay?)
This is usually the point where I decide to cut my hair. The hairs still fall out, but they're short enough to barely be noticed and certainly not long enough to be used as a tourniquet. But since I don't have a Heidi here to cut my hair (although I miss HER much more than her mad scissor skillz), I might actually end up keeping it long this time 'round.
Maybe I'll get the dreads I've always wanted... (Heidi, I can hear you groaning from here!)