First, there were stretch marks and saggy boobs
Then, my hair started falling out.
Now, it’s growing back.
But there are these little baby wispies framing my face that make it look like I’ve either A) severely damaged my hair by constantly pulling it back into a ponytail (which, let’s face it, is a go-to hair style for new moms) or B) I have the hair of a brand new babe. Soft and unruly.
But whatever. It’s growing back in. I’ll need plastic surgery to put the girls back in place one day. I’m thankful for the little things. Even if it will take me three YEARS to have these little wispies long enough to not be incredibly annoying at the rate my hair grows.
Next up on the things-I-hoped-would-never-change-but-have docket…my fingernails.
Once strong, long, and beautiful, they are now brittle and broken. I am incredibly saddened by this. Incredibly. Like, crying into my coffee sad. I strongly dislike having short nails because my hands seem a bit, um, mannish, with ragged, frequently broken nails.
At one point in my life, I would’ve run out to the nearest nail salon to have this situation rectified. That just seems a little too frivolous for right now. Man, the most random things depress me…
This too shall pass, right??