Tales of a Pregnant Friend attempting to shave her legs
I bend down ever so gracefully, ok, who am I kidding, I squat, barely grabbing the bottle before I run out of breath and pass out in the shower, knocking myself unconscious. Grab the razor and begin “preparing.” I put my big toe on the lip of the shower (the only thing that helps raise my leg at this point) and slather with cream. This sounds like an easy enough job, however, the lip is so small, I have to teeter and balance, as not to fall on my ass, and cut my lip, because, did I mention, I have the razor in my mouth, so I am not doing some cirque de solei move to grab it.