Shaving Down Below While Very Pregnant: A Cautionary Tale
Ever since I started shaving my legs in the sixth grade, I’ve been meticulous about removing all the hair I have south of my belly button. But when I became pregnant with twins battling with my bush wasn’t just impractical, it was impossible.
I was on bed rest and only allowed a five minute shower while seated on a chair every other day. Since sex was off the table and the only one seeing me naked was my OB, I decided to let nature have its way with me.
At first l liked being all natural, imagining that this is what the 70s must have been like. But after a month or so, things started to go from groovy to gross. I was a sweaty pregnant woman laying on my side all day and the trapped sweat, extra body secretions and hair meant my cotton granny panties developed a rainforest-like ecosystem by 4 pm every day.
Having reached the end of the internet by week three of my bedroom blockade, I spent a lot of time reading birthing books. I flipped ahead to the post-delivery section and thought about how messy things would get when my impressive pelvic pelt was caked with blood for weeks on end.
In addition to the desire to avoid a mess, my hormones were urging me to trim the hedges. My birthing class had been full of pregnant labor and delivery nurses who squealed when I told them who my doctor was and confided that on the floor they called him Dr. McDreamy. They told me that he was just the tip of the eye candy buffet working in maternity.Â Even though I’m very happily married, vanity urged me to try and make a good impression. I realize now how this makes no sense, but I blame pregnancy brain for my lack of logic at the time. Plus, I was bored out of my mind with nothing to do. So I decided to completely shave my pubic area bare, all while laying on my side per strict bed rest orders.
I asked my husband gather my supplies and settled in with my tools for the task: a fresh razor, shave gel, a spray bottle of water, a cup for cleaning the razor, towels, a pillow to rest my leg on and a three way mirror, complete with directed lighting and a magnifying side I vowed not to use. It was go time.
The human body is beautiful in all forms, but I was not prepared for what greeted me in the mirror when I looked down. All that weight gain to my nether regions plus a full seven months worth of growth meant Chewbacca was staring back at me. I swear it winked.
Since I had nothing but time on my hands, I started slowly, each section requiring several passes with the razor to cut through the underbrush. After an hour or so (not including a mid-session snack break) I had made considerable progress. My lady garden wasn’t going to win me any blue ribbons, but I could let my OB get down there at my next visit without offering him some bobby pins and a scrunchie first.