Pimp my trike

so on my way out from my homely cocoon of awesomeness, i heard some sorta commotion unrelated to my awesome birth: my future father fainted at the sight of the epidural needle and had to be wheeled to the nearest cupcake. not the proudest of first moments, i must say. thus, i stayed the hell in my little bubble filled with all that warm goo and floaty wormy stuff for another few hours. until that damn doctor came and told the womby one to push.

with a huff and a puff and one too many pushes,

here I am...

What up, world.