"Every dark cloud has a silver lining, but lightning kills hundreds of people each year who are trying to find it.” -Larry Kersten

Yesterday, I made an attempt at shaving my nether regions.

Its a good thing I have a sense of humor and was a able to laugh at myself most of the time. If not, I may have ended up crying (I actually might have just a little). This was not an easy task, as my newly protruding pregnant belly has made it nearly impossible to even see the majority of the area around there.

Joe (bless his heart), had offered to help me out and shave it for me, but if there was a way, I would rather keep this task to something I do on my own. Last night he was gone for a few hours playing softball, so I thought it would be a good idea to make my attempt (I now know it would have been safer to atleast have him in the house).

I decided to just use my "feminine clippers", removing the guard and getting as close as possible. I would forego using my razor all together. I didn't think it would be safe (I now know that it could have been lethal).

So I set up shop and started going at it with the clippers. It was f-ing impossible to do anything when you can't even see what is going on, and I didn't feel very comfortable whacking away blindly. I kept trying different angles, leaning from one side to another, pushing my belly this way and that. This was not working.

Arg.

I then went out into my bedroom to grab my full length mirror. I dragged it into the bathroom and leaned it up against the wall, starting at about 2 feet away on the bottom so I could kind of stand over it with my legs spread apart. This seemed to be working at first, but it was still hard to see what was going on down there. I was doing okay with everything right up front, but the stuff further back was out of reach.

Grunt.

I picked up the mirror and laid it on the ground. I stepped one leg on each side and crouched down. What a site!! From this angle I could see everything. And I now realized just how freaking HUGE my boobs had become. Holy Crap! I have always had pretty decent size breasts, but these were getting out of control. The frontal view I was used to had not been doing them justice. My legs started shaking.

Sigh.

I then decided to try getting down on my knees. Once in this position, on my knees, with my legs spread apart, straddling the full length mirror that was laying on the ground, I was finally able to finish things up, with minimal damage (yes, I did manage to nick myself a few times).

What an ordeal.

I am hopeful that next time will be much easier, as my last position seemed to work pretty well and I think I have it figured out now. With practice I will be a pro in no time.

And today I feel so much better, as I have never been a big fan of the 70's style bush.

On a brighter side, it is easier to shave my legs now that I am so swollen from the humidity that my once bony ankles and knees are now smooth with my new puffy skin.

Ahh, the silver lining.

Happy Friday everyone!