Oh sorrow. Oh noes.
Birthing class is upon me.
Many pregnant women
in one room. Egads!
Bring on the pickles,
pass the ice cream.
Husbands cringe
and can eat no more
leftovers.
Tonight I shall know
in graphic detail
just where babies
come from.
I'm hoping it's a Stork
else I'll be sick for weeks.
I am one year old.
My diaper is on the floor.
I sit in a warm brown pile.
Mmmmmm, cracker!
Sitting at home
relaxed.
Shopping in
an empty
store,
whilst a dear friend
writhes in the
agony of Eve's
curse.
She arrived
but is a
little out of
focus,
grainy, and
upside down?
Try again? (Y/n)
Congratulations,
felicitations,
welcome to life
kid.
