I’ve decided to add Rogaine to my Christmas wish list.

As most of you know, I’ve got some serious hair. Thick and unruly, it’s been a constant battle my whole life to keep it under control. When I was pregnant with the little McNugget, my hair got even thicker. When putting it up in a ponytail, I was hard pressed to get the rubber band around my mane twice. After Leina was born, my mom warned me that I’d start to lose my hair but I didn’t believe her.

I should have.

A few weeks ago, it began. At first, it was just a strand or two. Then, a few more. Recently, I’ve been pulling out handfuls. I’m not kidding. Handfulls. Everywhere I go I leave a trail of hair behind me. This morning, I was able to twist the rubber band four times around my ponytail. By my calculation, I’ve lost half of my hair so far and there doesn’t seem to be any sign of slowing down.

I’ve decided I have one of two options. Either start collecting my fallen strands to make a wig to cover my soon to be bald head or start buying Costco size Rogaine.

So Santa, I’ve been a good girl. What are the odds you can give me some new hair this Christmas?