A Hairy Situation

Even though I've completely lost sight of my nether regions I was more than aware this week that I needed some sort of grooming down there. The weathers getting warmer, I have a five year old on summer holidays from school, and will be guilted in to going swimming at some point in the next couple of weeks.

Even though I've completely lost sight of my nether regions I was more than aware this week that I needed some sort of grooming down there. The weathers getting warmer, I have a five year old on summer holidays from school, and will be guilted in to going swimming at some point in the next couple of weeks.

Now, I can cope with looking like Humpty Dumpty in a costume, but I'm not sure fellow swimmers want to see Humpty Dumpty in a costume with half of her lady garden on show. I owed it to the general public to groom myself and prevent the occurrence of any nightmares that I may provoke. Now when I say "groom myself" I think any pregnant woman alive knows that this is virtually impossible. Some women may be able to do it. Those who are well practised in yoga and can bend with ease in to a suitable position. I however am not one of these people.

Last week I got stuck in the bath. My five year old had to literally prize my arse from the tub where it had suctioned itself down like a vacuum. I can only imagine the psychological issues he's going to have from that.

Deciding that emotionally scarring my child wasn't enough I decided that I should have a bash at damaging my partner also. He got me in this situation after all! I'm not going to strain myself like a struggling Buddha when the person who contributed to my newly accustomed figure sits downstairs eating tea and biscuits. If I have to lose my dignity he's coming along for the ride.

This thought process eventually led to me lying here on the cold bathroom floor, legs open as my partner looks on worryingly at the mission ahead of him, glancing nervously in my direction. Feeling sorry for him I decide to shut my legs and call off the mission when he breaks the awkward silence.

"When you think about it, a vagina looks a bit like a ham sandwich doesn't it?"

Oh.

"I don't know. I haven't seen it in months. Can you just concentrate on what we're doing here please"

Pause

"If you lift your legs a bit higher I can do the back part too"

Back part?

"What back part?"

"You know. Your bum"

"My bum? My bums fine Thankyou! Just concentrate on the task at hand"

I lie back and close my eyes

Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

WHAT THE??!!!

I stretch forward to see actual clippers looming towards my hoohaa.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING??

"Stay still or they'll nip you."

Jesus. I wanted a quick tidy up down there and I've ended up lying on a cold slab with Sweeney Todd stuck between my legs! Mind you, wasn't he played by Johnny Depp most recently? That might not be TOO bad then. He'd probably have more of an idea of grooming than this bloody bozo!

After squealing like a pig from what is definitely one of the most traumatic experiences of my life I feel around to see that literally nothing has changed. That bikini line is still exactly the same.

"You're going to have to use a proper razor"

Pause

Krrrrrr krrrrrr krrrrrrr

That's the sound of my skin being scraped off with a bic

"With shaving foam you idiot!!!"

Foam squirts on to my hand and I'm instructed to put it where I want shaving. Well if I could do that I wouldn't be in this position would I?

I reach down to cover the area, looking like a half crazed hippopotamus and end up blindly shaving the damn thing myself.

Once finished I then lie there, stuck on the floor as my partner takes out his phone and proceeds to tweet or whatever the hell else he does as if I cease to exist.

Erm helloooo?

I'm stuck here!!!

Bottomless, on the bathroom floor, writhing about in shaving foam.

And then it strikes me ladies.

When pregnant you must come to accept the fact that your dignity is none existent. You're taking NO ONE along for that ride with you. It's just you. Accept defeat. And in some cases be grateful that despite the fact you're 3 times your normal size, breath like Darth Vader, and have been constipated for a week, someone loves you enough to sit in between your legs and assist you to do something of which you're temporary unable. Whilst commenting on genitalia and the foods in which they appear similar to.

Close