This picture pretty much sums it up. My belly has taken over my body. My boobs now rest on my stomach when I don’t have a bra on. And when I do have a bra on it rubs the top of my stomach so I have a nice, sore rash there. My belly button looks like a 3rd nipple. I have to sit on the floor to shave my legs and even then I’m kinda doing it blindly hoping I don’t miss a section. And that’s just my legs- forget about the other hair sprouting parts! Mike insisted I do some grooming before I go into labor. I guess he thinks if I have a vaginal birth our son with surely be traumatized for life and never want to go near another vagina. I can’t see myself down there so I finally looked in a mirror- holy fuck Batman- what is that creature? I attempted to use a beard trimmer but like I said I can’t see so I was going at it blind- and I’m sure I dulled the blades. Won’t Mike be surprised in Feb when he grows his “I won’t shave all football season” Yukon Cornelius looking beard. I used to be that girl who went every 4 weeks for a Brazilian. Well now it looks more like my vagina went thru a few rounds of chemo. Oh yeah, one thing the books don’t tell you- everything swells when you’re pregnant- including your vag. I can’t get a good look but it feels the size of a grapefruit. Yes, a furry grapefruit that is missing large patches of hair. But seriously- I would not trade this for anything in the world- so excited for this little man! Excuse me while I run to Home Depot to price out weed whackers.