One of the things women often appreciate about pregnancy/breast-feeding hormones is the thick, glossy, luxurious mane of hair it produces. There are entire chapters in pregnancy and early child care books about dealing with the inevitable postpartum hair loss that comes somewhere between the 4th and 6th month for most nursing mothers, and the disappointment that comes with that.
I, on the other hand, have thick hair when not under the influence of hormonal happy hour, so over these last five years (remarkable!) that I have been alternately pregnant and nursing, my hair has, in some moments, achieved levels of lunacy! At times I fear it will become sentient and launch a presidential bid. It would, of course, never stand a chance against Trump’s hair, but lately it has been bold enough to try.
It is summer here in St.Louis and the temperatures and humidity are high, my hair is thick and my patience is wearing thin. Do I grow it out so that I can wear it up and off my neck, or do I cut it short and have to carve out pieces of both budget and time to keep it that way? I’ll probably just wait it out until my hair,with the rest of me, can recover from the hormone hurdles and we can all get acquainted with our mild-mannered alter egos again.
In the meantime, if my hair shows up at your door with lawn signs and campaign buttons, just throw some conditioner on it until it is subdued and give me a call.