If you’ve clicked here from the post on the Apoption News Blog looking for a support group for adult C-section-birthed persons or C-section-delivered mothers, I have to ask:
Did you honestly think such groups exist? That’s really scary, you know.
What is next? Groups of pissed off adult water-birthed persons? Angry women who wanted a saddle block but delivered before they had the chance? Webgroups for mothers-who-had-to-work or adult children of mothers-who-had-to-work?
A collection of my short stories:
I'm in this one, too ...
And I'm in here, as well ...
Paradise Preoccupied 
Disposable vs cloth diapers, maybe? You’re a riot, Sandra, and I love ya.
Blush.
Thanks.
That is truly just ridiculous. Like any of us can remember the way we were born. Sheesh.
Veronika,
The ridiculous is mine. This is a satire, not true. It was a way for me to point out the extreme lengths people often go to embrace and pamper misery.
That is hilarious. People just need a hobby. They fill their time with the mundane.