"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!

The weekend, my bigger belly and the possible onset of a 70's bush.

The Spring Fling BBQ Friday night went fantastically. We had a big fun group of people and lots of kiddos running around. Tons of food and good conversation. My sister E's hubby even set up all his DJ equipment from the bar he used to own and everyone was dancing and doing some karaoke. The weather was even pretty nice, but we still set up a huge heater in the garage to help keep everyone warm. Out back we had a bonfire, and there was some marshmallow roasting going on. I was glad I already had the crib in the nursery with some bedding. I had two babies take naps there throughout the evening. The rest of the house looked like it had been completely taken over by children. There were toys, car seats, excer-saucers, and other random child-related things strewn all throughout the place. Things have come along way from the parties we were having only a year or two ago. When the only things strewn throughout the house were empty beer cans and passed out friends. We are definitely getting older.

Saturday night we went to a trivia night fundraiser. Its been a long time since I have been to a trivia night. I remembered why I don't go to them. They are way too long and boring. Or maybe I don't like to be reminded about how little I know about trivial facts.

Sunday I spent most of the day reading. I pretty much read the entire book #2 in the Twilight series. It was kinda hard to put it down and I didn't have many other pressing issues to attend to.

So I looked at this weeks belly shot compared to only one week ago... and holy cow! I really did get alot bigger! Joe took this picture on Sunday. I am 16 weeks and 2 days.


I can't believe what a big difference one week can make! I look at pics of other preggo bellies at 16 weeks and I feel like I am huge. I guess everyone was different though. Good thing we've already seen the little nugget on an ultrasound, or I might be wondering if I was having twins. And I can definitely tell. Tonight while shaving my legs, I noticed that it wasn't as easy as usual. It was still do-able (I'm not that big yet), but I can definitely see how things are going to become an issue. And what about trimming up the uh... you-know-what... the va-jay-jay? What do you do once you can't reach down there? Do you just grow out your 70's bush with pride, or do you use a mirror or something to see around things? These are all questions I am beginning to wonder about. I wouldn't mind some opinions from those of you that have already gone through this. I mean, I know it shouldn't be a big deal. Its not like the doctor cares, and if my husband really did, well he better get over it quick, but I still care! Maybe that will change later, but for now this is something I can see becoming a possible issue.

I have a appointment tomorrow with my OB. I am afraid to see how much weight I have gained and wonder if she will say anything to me about it. I mean what else could I possibly expect after 2 months of nothing but sleeping and eating and sitting at my desk at work. I can tell the past 2 weeks have been better, as I have been more energetic and have been getting back into working out, but definitely the damage has been done. I have a tendancy to bloom out from my booty first when I put on weight, and lets just say flowers aren't the only things bloomin'.

I can't wait to hear the heartbeat tomorrow. I still have 4 more weeks till my next ultrasound where we will find out the sex. But for now, its nice to have that little reassurance of the heartbeat.