It began like a normal evening. I was in the living room and Pregnant Jane was in the bathroom taking a bath. After a few minutes, she called me into the bathroom. I figured she needed soap or maybe even a towel.
Boy was I wrong…
I walked into the bathroom and said, “yeah?”
Pregnant Jane just looked at me and began laughing. “What are you laughing at?” I asked.
“Can ummm… you help me with something?” She smiled and begin to laugh again.
Oh. My. Gosh. Immediately I knew exactly what Jane was about to ask me to do. I looked over at the razor. I then looked back at Jane. Then at the razor. Then at Jane.
I guess you can call it another milestone that pregnant women reach – but for some reason is not discussed too often. I wonder why – Ha! The milestone is when the pregnant belly is officially too big to shave one of the top secret parts.
Now I’ll admit something here… I was a little scared. Let’s face the reality here: razors are SHARP and one wrong move could mean cutting off something that I would not want to harm in any way, shape, or form.
I voiced my concern but before I knew it, I was on my knees with a razor in one hand while I hid my other hand with my fingers crossed that my aim and steady hand worked together.
Pregnant Jane began laughing like crazy and I jumped back – fearing that the sudden movement would cause me to cut something off. “Ahhh!” You must be very, very still – I’m trying to be so careful here!”
At this point, I was a nervous wreck. Jane took the razor from me and provided some instructions that nearly knocked me on my back. “You’re going too fast!” I said. “You’re going to hurt yourself! Slow down! Be careful!”
There is no way in heck I was going to match Pregnant Jane’s shaving speed, but I took the razor back and did what I could.
An hour and 37 minutes later (kidding of course!) I finally finished. No nicks. No scrapes. Everything was still right where it was supposed to be. I did it! I was proud of myself.
The journey to fatherhood continues to toss surprises my way. Pregnancy brings many interesting twists, turns, and now I have a feeling I’m officially on “shaving duty”. Another “duty” that someone failed to give me the memo on after Jane became pregnant!
You might also want to read:
- 29 weeks pregnant: Blind shaving is no fun
- The Unexpected When You’re Expecting… And can a father-to-be get pregnancy brain, too?
- How does one prepare to be a father?
- Father-to-be thoughts about first times and last times.
- Father-to-be woken up at 5 AM with severe chest pain… Pregnancy stress?
My husband did this for me through two pregnancies, and I trusted his ability much more than he trusted his.
I do have to say that if you don't want to shave with a hand held razor, using a man's beard trimmer will keep it all nice and short, without actually cutting it all off. It's an easy way to keep it from looking like an overgrown ornamental garden. And less dangerous than a regular razor blade.
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