Read. Laugh. Snort.

Have you read this yet? If not, you really should. It's the most hilarious birth story you might ever read.

I read it again the other night. I giggled and laughed. M, sitting next to me on the couch in the wee hours of Saturday morning (my defiant night up, 'member?), must have thought I was laughing at Molly Shannon's performance in "Serendipity". I wasn't. I was laughing at Alice Bradley's performance in the Birth of Her Son.

And right about the part with the eyelashes, I lost it. I mean, really and truly. LOLing and everything. Then, as he often does (and which I try not to be too impatient with him for, given that he's a youngest child and "just wants to see"), he looked over my shoulder to see what I was reading online. As he started reading out loud, I started laughing harder and harder until I made noises I've never heard myself make before. I was snorting louder and longer and with more consistency than I've ever done to date. Which made me laugh and snort harder.

Seriously, though. Read it. You'll laugh until you cry. Or snort.

~Nichole