
It’s official: At 29 weeks pregnant I can no longer see my lady parts and I’m close to seeing my feet for the last time for a while. I was actually so glad when I was struggling with shaving this morning because I knew that I’d be able to blog about it.
I haven’t blogged in a day or two and that’s only because my life has been filled with laying on the couch and watching tv. Nothing else. Oh so boring. Since nothing eventful happened, I had no topic to cover for a pregnancy blog post, hence my couple of days without anything.
But now I have something to talk about…
So I was in the shower this morning and I felt “down there” to feel that there seemed to be a lot of hair. Ugh. I spared my husband this time around and I took the razor and attempted to clear the forest without being able to see what the hell I was doing. It was a struggle, I tell you.
Do you have any idea how frustrating it is to feel something, go over it with a razor to try to remove it, and to feel it still being there? Well, if you don’t, let me just tell you that it is extremely frustrating. I even thought something was wrong with my razor so I switched.
Nope, definitely not the problem.
What is it about pregnancy and hair growth? It’s ridiculous. I can deal with the extra hair on my head and the no shedding (how fabulous is that?!), but really, can’t we all be spared with it comes to our vagina and armpits? And don’t even get me started on the hair on my stomach!
But I did try to remove as much hair as possible and I know that there was a lot (I know, I know, sorry if that’s too much information, but really, it’s just part of being pregnant) because the razor was full each time. Oh. Em Gee.
You can bet that I will be recruiting Tarzan to do a job well done there next time, that’s for sure!
I also attempted to paint my toenails once I got out of the shower. That was a no-go too. I told my husband that he would have another job on days like this when I don’t have time to get a pedicure. He just laughed – I wonder if he thinks I was kidding. Poor guy.
In other news, I am a married woman again! Nothing against anyone that isn’t, but I love my engagement ring and wedding band and I hated not being able to wear them. Yesterday Tarzan bought me a fake band at Macy’s and it’s perfect. It was regularly $40, on sale for $20. He made a comment that he wished I was only so easy when it came to buying the real thing because he would have saved a lot of money.
No such luck though. Again, poor guy.
You might also want to read:
- 11 weeks pregnant: Feelin’ good
- 36 weeks pregnant: Checking things off of my “to get done before baby comes” list
- 29 weeks pregnant: Is it bad that I just stalked my baby registry?!
- 37 weeks pregnant: Reminiscing about my pregnancy
- 6 weeks pregnant: Hair everywhere… Oh, great.




SO funny. I remember these days well, if not fondly...
Pedicures at the end of pregnancy are the best ever. Nothing like them. :)
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