I poke my little, pointed head out. I open my eyes. I scream. I try to retreat to the warmth of my fetal past to no avail. Sucks to be me.
There is not much that I can write that hasn't already been written. I just need a place to "air it out" - a place that without my usual self-censorship. It's pretty cheap therapy.
No vaginas were harmed in this birthing.