Never have I thought that something as simple as shaving could become such a complex undertaking. Now that my legs have seemed to permanently come to resemble those of an elephant, I have found that shaving requires a careful balance between careful precision and sheer dumb luck.
Why dumb luck? Because even though I think I have gone over a spot (usually the back of my ankles) for what has to be at least 10 times, I am still utterly baffled by the fact that I MISSED an entire 2 by 2 -inch patch. And we're not talking "oh, I have a little stubble, I'll get it next time", we're talking about what seems to be WEEKS worth of growth.
HOW CAN THAT BE?????????
I know that bending at the waist has been close to impossible lately. I'm lucky I can shave my knees, let alone anything below them. But I have been so careful to feel my way around, making sure the razor doesn't catch in any of the lovely folds of skin that cover my ankles. It doesn't feel like I've missed anything, but then when I happen to glance down after I've gotten out of the shower and am half dressed there it is - the hairy monster.
So what's a girl to do? Waxing? Not an option. Nair? Never could use it before I was pregnant, so no point now. I guess the only thing that's left is to suck it up and deal and hope that by the time I get to take a shower after Munchkin is born, my legs will be somewhat back to normal, bending at the waist isn't too uncomfortable, and I can finally pulverize the nasty hairy monster.
One can only hope.
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
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