Sacrifice, of sorts

Of all the things I have sacrificed for motherhood, I miss my hair the most. I know this may seem a bit self absorbed, but indulge me for a moment. I have always had "good hair". Frequently strangers would comment- "I love your haircut!" I must have given my old stylist at least a half dozen referrals in a three month period. Then I got pregnant. It started innocently enough, a little wave developed. Just enough that I could run my fingers through it when I dried it and it looked fun and care-free. People would still comment- oh your hair looks so pretty! Has it always been curly? I'd smile, run my hand over my belly and say "no, it's the baby"! Now the baby is almost 15 months old and my hair is a curly mess. The thing is , it got CURLIER post-partum. No longer nice beach waves but full on curls. Not having had a lifetime of naturally curly hair to master styling techniques and existing on borrowed time for showers and hair prep has left me with lumps of air dried curls lying on my head in defeat. And let me tell you- no one is stopping me at the grocery store with this coif. But in most most self indulgent moments, I really do miss my hair....