This morning I got up, procrastinated for far too long over whether I should do my exercises… eventually decided to do them… had a shower, was washing my hair (feeling pretty proud of my achievements so far 🤣) and then noticed that I appear to have morphed in to a giant moulting Labrador. Like, seriously, WTF!!!
Just incase the –
*Destroyed vagina/sliced open core
*Pittance that is maternity pay
*Postpartum body (which feels completely disconnected to you)
*Mom guilt about returning to work/not returning to work
– aren’t enough, someone obviously thought us women needed a bit more to deal with… cue the postpartum hairloss!
Isla is 19weeks old. I thought I’d got away with this shit!!
I’m telling you if this chunk of hair doesn’t weigh a stone I’m not going to be a happy bunny!!!!