This story may embarrass (or be too much information for) the male reader - you have been warned!

As a result of too much excitement and sugar last night, this morning I was over emotional and tearful. After the father in law had fixed the car (it was the battery) Instead of going to visit my mother in law and Hubbys grandparents I ended up crying on the sofa, followed by snoozing for an hour under a big duvet whilst Hubby played on the X Box.

When I woke at 3pmish the sun was still shining: I figured I should get out and enjoy it. I decided (eventually) that I'd go for a swim. It took me twenty minutes to find my swim gear, and then when I tried it on I discovered that I'd let myself get a little 'overgrown' :oops:.

Rather than scare the kids at the pool I figured a little trimmage would solve the problem, got out my razor and I was set. Except, I couldn't for the life of me see my bikini line to trim. I'd push the Bump to one side, only to realise my chest was in the way, then push the chest out the way to find the Bump in my view. I ended up grunting in frustration; so loud that Hubby could hear from the other end of the flat and came out to investigate what was wrong.

I felt so undignified, but in the end Hubby had to take care of the triangle and get me looking tidy once again. It wasn't til he was nearly done that I discovered I'd slashed myself to pieces and was bleeding like a stuck pig too! Ah well, at least he was prepared to help, and he'll soon enough see me in even less dignified positions! ;D

Anyhow, once that was over and I was ready to go, I had to sit down for ten minutes and get my breath back. :no:. Eventually I made it out the door, and again the ten minute walk made me want to give up when I got to the leisure centre. Feeling self conscious and huge I made it into the pool, only to discover that the pool has grown longer (honest I haven't gotten outta shape!:P). In the end I managed ten lengths instead of my pre-pregnancy 18-24 but by then I was knackered and my arms were aching, so I conceded defeat, got dressed and trudged home. It's hardly as taxing as a 3k run, but I figure at least I'd been and got me some exercise! :yes:

:)