Be afraid, Be very afraid....or maybe not...

Next week we are taking the family away on vacation. A warm weather vacation, I am really looking forward to it.

Now that I am a mother of two, have a decent job, decent car, decent house, I feel like I am finally ready...finally ready to step it up and...get a bikini wax.

Let's face it there are two major issues with the bikini wax.

1. Pain.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n3QAHHXnGUo

We've all seen the scene from 40 year old virgin. But imagine that near your ha ha, or hoo hoo, or whatever you chose to call it. The skin down there is sensitive and frankly, I like it that way. Do men do this to their...how should I put it...cojones? OUCH.

2. Exposure

I talk a big game, but at the end of day, I am a little prudish about this stuff. I mean come on, it was bad enough giving birth when I had 3-5 people peeking at my hoo hoo, do I really need someone examining my grooming routine?

I often think that has to be a terrible job...
"Hi Honey, how was your day?"
"Really busy. I looked a lot of a hairy beavers today, but I took care of them all"

Anyway, despite all this, I decide that I will go forward, because I am old enough, and I should be able to handle this right? right?

Two days before I call my friend in Boston, who has a very long pregnant pause after I tell her. I am thinking, oh great, either I've offended her by talking about something too private, or she had some sort of scarring experience. She proceeds to tell me that her friend did it and the after shock necessitated ice.

ICE! for the love of God.

Thanks for the support!

The night before the wax, I have a nightmare, I show up and the place is like a grocery store. The bed where they put me to do the "deed" is actually a check out line -- you know with the moving belt and the scanner. At one point, she tells me, "can you close your legs, this guy is trying to check out" -- clearly I am stressed about this "procedure"

The day of the wax I confess to my co worker, she advises talking Advil prior. Advil? Then she scolds me for a being a wee bit hungover, "oh that will make it worse...."

WHAT AM I GETTING MYSELF INTO???

Fine, I am 32 yrs old, I can handle this. So, I go. I disrobe, I lay down, I spread my legs -- actually not really about that last part. It's not really that bad. Yes, it hurts but it goes away quickly. I mean, I didn't limp out of there. I survived. I think it was probably worth it.

Of course the real test will be if I ever do it again...