Wherein the Question of What to do with My Postpartum Shed Answers itself

Your own personal yeti
Someone who’s got big feet
Someone who’s sweet
Your own personal yeti
He’ll keep you warm at night
He’ll fight all your fights

Standing tall in the shower stall
Watching it fall
Who can I call?
It gathers ’round the drain
I scoop it up again

Months ago I was smug, you know
Ha ha ho!
Watch it grow!
Now it’s piling high
And all I do is cry

Your own personal yeti
He will hug you tight
Kiss you goodnight
Your own personal yeti
His rates are very cheap
His soul runs deep

Reach out and pet him
Reach out and pet him