Little Mumma Tales: Three Days

by | Feb 22, 2012 | Little Tales, PREGNANCY, BIRTH & BREASTFEEDING | 6 comments

Thursday I was at the beautician requesting a Brazilian that wasn't really a Brazilian but rather was the neatness of a Brazilian mixed with the modesty of a 1970s muff. It was important to get the balance right.

"Just nothing porno," I said and she nodded like she knew exactly what I was on about.

She didn't.

I got a racing stripe to rival any Penthouse pet.

Also, it really fucking hurt.

Little Lady was jumping around so much during it that the beautician could see my belly undulating.

"That's incredible!" she remarked. And I agreed because exactly whose pubic hair was being ripped from their lady bits? Maybe they were sympathy kicks.

Thanks, baby.

Then it was time for the spray tan which had to be ultra-natural please.

I think she got it this time.

Although shit, why did I wear the disposable knickers she gave me? Now I've got a tiny g-string tan line. And also, if she was wearing a mask, why the hell wasn't I?

When I did a blood test a few hours later after a really small dinner of chicken and salad, the whopping reading of 9.5 (should be 6.5 or lower) told me I really needed that mask. I obviously ingested a shitload of fine spray particles.

And for bonus points, who can tell me why eating fake tan is bad for a diabetic?

Ding ding ding! That's right. Because it's ultimately made of sugar.


Friday was about the hair on my head.

I knew for sure that this experience was bound to be far more straightforward and pain-free.

Wrong again.

I asked for super blonde with maybe some honey highlights spliced throughout. Then she showed me this darker colour and I was all like, sure, just a few lowlights as well, why not?

"Nice and blonde. Definitely no ash though, okay?" I said.

"No ash. Got it!" said the hairdresser.

I have ash brown hair.


Also, I asked for it to be blow-waved with some unstructured waves at the bottom and holy shit, she turned into my mother circa 1984 and tortured the fuck out of me by knotting not one but three brushes in my hair in some inexplicable technique that didn't actually work.


Saturday. The reason for the debacles of Thursday and Friday.

A photo shoot.

A photo shoot with the husband of a dear friend who is also a dear friend.

A pregnancy photo shoot with a dear friend who is a professional photographer and whom I trusted implicitly to make beautiful photos of me and yet, who, before now, I hadn't counted on showing my baps to.

Or my Penthouse racing stripe.

Well, I knew I'd be sort of naked but sort of maybe not entirely…kind of.

When it came to the crunch, I was really missing my 1970s muff. I had inadvertently paid for the removal of my last shred of modesty.


So what went wrong Saturday? How did that debacle unfold?

Nothing. It didn't.

What happened was my dear friend turned me into a piece of art.

And I am quietly thrilled to have this record of my last pregnancy to treasure forever.

Yes, I'll be sharing but no, they're not ready yet.

But here's something to get your imagination going.

The studio scene where I was transformed into a butterfly….



Hello friends


I’m Angie!  I mum. I write. I wife. My husband would say this is the correct order.  He’s so neeeedy. I live with my family in Melbourne, Australia, where I complain about the weather for 90% of the year – but I can’t imagine living anywhere else. Except maybe in Lake Como, waving to my neighbours George and Amal each morning.

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  1. Mrs Karen T

    That had me laughing out loud! Who knew that about spray tan huh?! Can’t wait to see pics!!

  2. Angie @ The Little Mumma

    My pain is your comedy, Mrs T!

    I am sooo excited to share the pics although I wonder how people will cope with maximum Little Mumma exposure? Well, not maximum….but there will certainly be boobs.

  3. Tash

    Bring on the pics I say,boobs & all 🙂 Can’t wait to see them, I’m sure they are divine xx

  4. Greta @gfunkified

    Oh my goodness. A wax while pregnant?! You are very, very brave. I think it hurts a helluva lot more that way. And mini-makeovers under pressure always turn out bad, don’t they?! But I’m sure the pictures are gorgeous. How could they not be?

  5. MJ

    I bet you looked divine! Can’t wait to see your knockers – I mean, photos. x

  6. melbo

    I’m with Greta – not that I’ve ever had a wax in that area but I can imagine … oh holy crap.

    Looking forward to “the big reveal”!


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