The hair situation
For those of you blessed with long thick lustrous hair that can be whisked back in a ponytail while birthing a child, then this need not apply and you can stop reading now.
For those of us who yearn for those "wow, you don't look like you just gave birth!" comments but never receive them because not only does it look like you got hit by a bull dozer, but it looks like that bull dozer did an extra special number on your thin, fine, short limp hair....well, you're not alone. Enter exhibit A (and B and C):
I KNOW!!! Snookie would be jealous, it's like bumpits gone wild (although no bumpits were harmed during the filming of this video). That is what 20 hours of labor looks like my friend and that special moment when I got to hold precious little Jayden for the first time is permanently ruined because the creature perched on top of my head is far too distracting. This is the exact reason why when my water broke in the middle of the night with Maddox I made putting in my hair extensions my numero uno priority before rushing to the hospital. (I am quite proud of those hospital pictures, in case you were wondering). So yes I am anxious and nervous about going into labor, I am dreading the contractions and dreading the epidural just as much, I am having anxiety attacks that something will go wrong and I have to have an emergency C-section, and right up there on my list of worries is how in the world I am going to tame this hair so I can get a decent picture. Atleast this time I made Jason swear that he would tell me if I start looking like a freaking Who down in Whos-ville.