Simple Chronic Halitosis

Do you remember that commercial?

What was it for? Listerine? I can't remember, but all I do remember is realizing for the first time that there were special names for things like bad breath, and wondering why that was.

Why does bad breath need its own special name?

Since then, I had a trauma nurse as a roommate, and I learned all kinds of special names for things. Like those parentheses-shaped lines that go from your nose to the corners of your mouth? They're called nasolabial folds. Fortunately, I don't have nasolabial folds...yet.

What I do have, however, is a mean case of postpartum alopecia. My hair is falling out by the 3-month-old-baby-sized fistful.

And you lovelies are learning this why?

Well, because who else am I going to tell? Jack doesn't care.

This is the beauty of the blog.

It's like you're getting a glimpse into my own personal diary, but instead of writing about how John Malkovich has this certain je ne sais quoi that I think makes him kind of sexy in a weird sort of way, I'm writing about my hair falling out. Don't worry, I'll write the John Malkovich thing sometime too. I have to keep it interesting, or else you won't keep reading.

But why do I want you to read? Why do I think you should care what I have to say? And, let's be honest, aren't you mostly here for the pictures of the cute kids?

I know I am.

So today I'm realizing that almost seven months into this blogging thing, I'm still really liking it. In fact, I think I'm liking it more and more.

I wonder if I will feel that way three years from now. Angella, the author of Dutch Blitz, another blog I like to read, is celebrating her three-year blogiversary today. I can imagine that like me, she finds blogging oddly therapeutic. And after three years of therapy, she's got to be feeling good!

There's something about just putting your thoughts into words that helps you sort through them and decide which ones are worth dwelling on.

There's something about bouncing things off other people and getting their opinions and ideas on things that makes you feel like you're not alone.

There's something about sharing victories and struggles that doubles the joy and halves the burden.

Thanks for letting me do all those things.

And for not sending me a bill.