I'm trying to envision myself bald.
In case anyone is wondering, I am shedding like a Yeti in the tropics. (Would they shed in the tropics?) There are strands, nay, clumps, of long-ish brown hair all over the bathroom and all over my clothing. It's disgusting. I haven't lost this much hair all at once since the 8th grade when Jeff G. stepped on a large chunk of my hair before yanking me up into a swing dancing lift.
I thought myself a reasonably informed pregnant person. I thought all I had to worry about in the post partum period was the possibility of pain, bleeding, depression, physical recovery from pushing out a human being, sore nipples, pregnancy clothes that no longer fit, pre-pregnancy clothes that no longer fit, night sweats, and oh yeah, raising a baby, what with the feeding schedules, sleeping schedules, baby fingernail clipping (the HORROR!), immunizations, bathing, car seats...
You get the idea.
No one ever mentioned balding.
P.S. Liv, don't panic. I'm taking some literary license here. It's not quite that scary in real life. (Almost, though.)
P.P.S. However, baby fingernail clipping really is terrifying. And it turns out I'm a bad mom.
P.P.P.S. I'm not kidding about the balding part.