So it's finally here: the postpartum hair loss period. It's coming out handfuls at a time in the shower and in a steady stream of ones and twos and fours all day long. Every time I look at my daughters, there is a hair of mine to pluck from their shirts or one to untangle from their fingers. Today it looked like a vicious one was cutting off the circulation in the little one's pinky toe. They tickle my back and my arms as they get loose and prepare to fly away -- thank goodness the house will be swept clean tomorrow. Imagine that my body went through this growing and shedding routine twice in two years. Seems like it must've taken a lot of energy, no? Maybe that's why I'm so tired. Anyway, I've gotten used to my doubly thick mane, but by this time next week, I might look like the baby who gave it to me.