Professional help required
There comes a time in every pregnant girl’s life where she just has to admit defeat. That time came for me last night.
Deciding it was time to, er, tidy up the, er, hair in the, er, nether regions of the body, I toddled (no, not waddled, I’m not quite there yet) into the bathroom and got to work. I have an epilady type thing which plucks hair from the root and I have an electric razor as well. I’m kinda prepared for all sorts of things, really! So I start, then I realise that I can’t see what I’m doing.
Seriously. There’s no visual any more. It’s not like I can look around either, there’s just no way to do this. I ended up using the bathroom mirror, while standing on tippy-toes to be able to get the height right. And still I couldn’t see exactly what I was doing.
Methinks I’m off to a wax job next time. I just can’t arrange this for myself anymore….
June 10th, 2005 at 12:49 pm
Sorry Rae, the mental imagery of this one is just too funny. *snickering*