one more, i think my eyes were closed

Let me set the scene for you: it's early-ish (just before 10) and I'm flipping through the TV to get to one of many all-news networks. While I was "channel surfing" when The Baby Story caught my eye. Let me rephrase that, it didn't so much catch my eye as much as it simultaneously horrified/disgusted/and relieved me that I'll never have to pass something the size of a watermelon through a hole the size of a lemon. You might think the slimy grey-blue creature that this woman passed through her vagina was the source of the horror and disgust, but you'd be wrong. What was truly disturbing about this birth was that while the baby was half-way out of the mom's hoo-ha, the doctor decides to pause and awkwardly make the baby wave! to! the! camera! While not having a vagina means I can't fully understand the beauty [read: excruciating pain] of childbirth, I can still empathies with the fact that having a doctor stop your birth while passing the baby's torso for a photo-op would be blinding with both pain and rage. I should have taken down the doctors name - I don't think I'd want him checking me for a hernia. Say Cheese.