Oh, and Sax, the "third act" of labour is the delivery of the placenta, are you sure that's the bit you meant?
No, I meant "third act" in a more theatrical sense, ie when the screaming starts, the cussing gets too blue for pre-watershed ears and Boboss is told by his female-identifying life partner* that if he ever so much as points his dick in her direction again he'll probably find it being fed to the dog.
*Or "missus" as I like to say |
