Alright, I'm fed up with this whole trying to see my Queen Bee to shave and trim and keep things all tight lined and pretty. For one, I would have appreciated knowing that all the time and torture of laser hair removal was a waste, because pregnancy hormones bring it all on back... Secondly, I can't even see the damn turf anymore to do anything about it.
I contimplated just sitting on a towel on the bathroom floor in front of a mirror, with every tool and razor I could find to try and Edward Scissorhands my way back to some sort of dignity. But then, I realized that there would be areas I know I'd miss, and I'd end up looking like a half eaten piece of corn on the cob.
Waxing you say is the answer... Um, have you ever had a Brazilian Wax? If not, I suggest you take a shot of Tequilla and give it a whirl. You will be screaming choice words way more profrain than "Kelly Clarkson." Ya know, I'm actually a little pissed to find out that they don't offer a full Brazilian after they shoot you up with the epidural... could there not be a more perfect time to have someone rip your soul out thru 300 million tiny hairs, I don't think so. I'm afraid, DEATHLY AFRAID, that waxing may be my only answer... either that, or I'll just get myself a "hot pink" colored Fun Betty Dye Kit to dye the disaster I have going on, and enjoy the party at my next OB visit.
~jaime
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