Now, I'm no wimp by any means -- I'm an Army veteran and a veterinary nurse working in surgery. I'm also used to the pain that comes with waxing, and the more regularly you do it, the less it hurts. So I wasn't expecting much, but boy was I wrong:

1. Those 20 weeks I didn't have it done allowed my roots to regrow and anchor in like a 200-year-old redwood.

2. I completely forgot about the effects of pregnancy hormones on hair growth, skin sensitivity, and blood flow -- especially down South.

Needless to say, the poor esthetician almost had to peel me off the ceiling. After the first half was finished, adrenaline kicked in and I seemed to adjust (or I went into shock, still not sure), and I was able to sit through the remaining torture session. Afterward I headed over to work to hang out with my husband in between his exam appointments, and sat in his office. I worked on an online project for about 2 hours, then decided to get up and go see what everyone was up to since I haven't been working and I miss it. Suddenly getting up after sitting down was a huge error in judgement as my underwear had stuck against my very pissed off skin, then were suddenly yanked off when I stood up. Basically it felt like another waxing all over again. Of course my husband doubled over in laughter at the expression on my face, and I went to go find a tube of Tritop with tetracaine.

Moral of the story? 

If you're considering a Brazilian while pregnant and have waxed your hoo-ha before: be prepared to cry like a giant baby and/or murder whichever poor esthetician is the unfortunate soul who got assigned to your appointment.

If you're considering a Brazilian while pregnant and have never waxed your hoo-ha before: for the love of all things Holy, DON'T DO IT. Unless you're a sado-masochist. Or insane.