#prg

Pro-China protest in Chinatown, San Francisco

I'm not a coffee girl, but with how intense last night was, I need it to properly wake up this morning. It tastes smoother than I thought it would, though.

The bitter taste persists, though, and it kind of hurts in my stomach. Later, while I'm working from home, I notice some bloating. I would have thought it was just a leftover from last night, but then it starts getting bigger. Not again.

"What did you do?" I mutter to myself, stroking my stomach. My belly seems to be taut once again, but it's not an egg this time. When I felt a kick, I knew what I was in for. Hour by hour, I feel it grow larger.

And then it drops.

I feel my belly contract and I whimper, an ache shooting up my spine. Oh, god. The pressure hits my cervix and I keel over, bracing against the wall as I resist the urge to push. Not there yet, not there yet.

I begin to pant. My muscles tense hard and I whine again. "Fuck, --ah-- Too much, too much--" My cervix is taking forever to dilate, and the baby wants out. My water hasn't broken yet, but I hope it does, soon. I can feel the amniotic fluid sloshing around. My cervix barely reaches the right diameter before my belly demands it leave.

The baby slides down my unprepared canal and I scream, praying that I won't tear. I had no idea birth could hurt this much, and my muscles shake with every break I get. It's coming fast, too fast, now, and I feel my vulva bulge, pushing with everything I have. "Oh, god, oh, god, please, please," I whimper. My labia once again turn white with how far they're stretched, and I'm praying and begging to whatever will listen as the head works its way out of my lips. And then my water breaks, my belly deflating as amniotic fluid rushes around my cunt, spilling out on the floor.

With a scream that tears my throat, I push the head out and almost faint. My legs close a little round the baby as I sob with relief. It's almost out. It's almost out. But the shoulders are bigger, and I keen as the burning reaches its absolute peak before it tumbles out, and with it comes a second wave of fluid, soaking everything around me. "Oh, god...oh, god..."

Pretty interesting game that's apparently being developed by one single guy from Slovakia. It's an RPG, but you start with a pretty minimalist character creation screen and then build your character through the choices they make. Part of how the character gets stronger is through introspection: they identify their own limiting beliefs and counter them with new experiences. Can fighting the Romans be a form of therapy? Apparently..?

The game has a free demo, which is what I just played. The rest of the game is in early access. Kind of a unique experience and you can try it for free, if you want.