Justin and John are cousins in the first post. Their moms are sisters. No biggie there cause they’re (badly) depicting their births.
Yes it’s gross, but there is nothing in life that can’t be joked about, in due time.
My mom had the lesser known b-section. Her insides were all messed up from all the inbreeding and booze, so I gestated inside her colon. My umbilical cord was her small intestine, so I had to do the pooping for both of us. I guess it makes sense that I was breech. And of course my crazy native American grandma (Aunt Sue) insisted on eating the afterbirth.