It's a Loverly Loverly Day

Spring is in the air.

And up my nose. I’ve been sneezing like a mofo all damn day. This bodes badly for an allergic spring. I was so worried last year about not being able to take shots or allergy meds, and then so pleased with myself when I didn’t need them.

A break from allergic rhinitis isn’t the only nice preggers side effect that’s wearing off. My hair is still falling out by the fistful, which it’s been doing since September. It wouldn’t be so bad if not for the inch-and-a-half long hairlings that now stick straight up off the top of my head and make me look like (even more of) a moron.

My forehead looks like a teenage boy’s (who would be pretty fricken psyched about these hooters, I’ll tell you what. I’m not wearing the three-day old helium balloon look yet, but I’m looking forward to that.)

Gone are the fingernails I could use to tighten screws.

My milk production is slowing down (is that TMI? sorry), and I’m feeling all bummered out.

Hey, it could be worse. I could need an anoplasty.

Poor little Lumpyhead.