So, I've just put my big girl brave pants on and watched the birf story on OK. Some observations:
She was four days early, born three days early . . . what the fuck does that mean Lauren? She was either three or four days early, unless you were in some kind of time warp?
And yeah, I didn’t have a blow dry, I didn’t have my nails done, I still haven’t had lashes nothing, so yeah it was literally completely natural . . . dearie, dearie me Lauren. Natural childbirth, unless it's changed since I birthed my one and only, is childbirth without drugs - that includes gas and air. It's got cock all to do with your hair and nails
I had a home birth at home . . . well thank fuck for that, because if you'd had a home birth at the checkouts at Tesco that would have been a disaster.
My favourite bit though, is the surprise labour. Lauren you were up the duff for about eleventy thousand months so how the fuckity fuck was your labour a surprise? Seriously, how? What did you expect?
It baffles me that an adult behaves in such a weird way, she's off her fucking rocker, and as for him . . .