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Bucket List Check – Spa treatment? (You’ll see)

February 1, 2017

I’m just going to add a disclaimer that this post will be about vaginas.

But don’t get your hopes up. Take whatever pleasant mental picture you conjured up in your head and throw it away. Throw it in the trash just as you would a hot strip of used wax covered with every piece of pubic hair you’ve ever grown.

I’m literally not going to get into that much detail though. This isn’t that kind of blog. Trust me. As much as I would love to go on about the minuscule details of something I never thought I’d actually do, I’ll spare you the details.

My sister-in-law (AKA one of my best friends) and I have been discussing getting Groupons for spa-like activities that we’ve never done. It was mostly for the bucket list and naturally, I needed a support partner. Who do I normally rely on? My dear sweet husband of six years— but I guarantee that no matter how many years we add to our years married, he will never get a Brazilian wax with me. (Although I did learn from this experience that men do in fact get waxed down there. She actually said the only awkward part is the balls. She said that.)

Well, we never got that Groupon. We never got around to it. I got pregnant. I read all over Google that you are much more sensitive when pregnant and I definitely wanted to avoid any hair ripping at that point.

Let’s fast forward to almost a year after having my sweet bundle of joy. Guess what? It hasn’t even been a thought. Who has time for that? That was until a promoted ad popped up right into my Facebook newsfeed. A kind blonde woman advertised her services right in front of my face. How was I supposed to let that go? As far as I thought, it was a sign. Plus she was throwing in a complimentary eyebrow wax if we made an appointment that day.

So I sent her the link and she signed up. No questions asked. Within minutes, we got a text from the kind blonde woman and she took care of us.

Let’s fast forward again to the day of the appointment. We gave ourselves two weeks of preparation time. We still didn’t think it was enough and were thinking of different ways to get out of it on the way to her spa. Most of it had to do with the fact that we (mostly me) psyched ourselves out with Google.

We filled out our paperwork and it was time. There was no going back. A was more comfortable going first so I waited on the sideline at the opposite end of the table. That’s where I nervously laughed at everything, asked many many questions, and watched as she took it like a champ. I thought, hey it won’t be that bad right?

The internet convinced me that it could take anywhere from 30 minutes to an hour or more. Quickly, our kind blonde woman was done within 15 minutes or so. Then it was my turn.

Without getting into too many details, it really wasn’t all that I hyped it up to be. Of course it hurt in some places more than others but that pain was over in seconds. Plus our esthetician applied pressure quickly and did her job efficiently. For that I am thankful. She wasn’t awkward. She didn’t make weird comments. It was just normal every day stuff for her. And trust me when I say that the butt doesn’t really hurt like one would think? TMI- but I think we’re way past that point.

Afterward, she explained the scientific process to hair growth and provided some very informative tidbits. When you shave, you cut it off way before the root obviously. Waxing pulls hair by the root. So if you think about it, it has been firmly planted into your skin since you started growing hair there. Apparently, shaving strengthens the hair and waxing weakens it. The more you wax, eventually the hair may even stop forming in spots.

This goes for anywhere on the body, not just-ya know-down there. Interestingly enough, it may just be a regular habit at this point- who knows. That’s why I am so obsessed with my bucket list and this website in general. There are many things I would have probably never done if it weren’t for the additional push and accountability. I feel like that is true for many. You never know what you’re missing out on unless you try it out. On the way home, we confessed that we were glad we did it. We also passed a street named Virginia and I’m not going to tell you what I thought it said.


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