I've never helped give birth, but I've been birthed upon.

Twice.

You never forget the feeling of being birthed on. The first time, it was terrifying. Little soft claws and slimy bodies crawling over my naked legs.

Thank God I froze in terror, thinking the most horrible of insectoid beasts had found me in my sleep. I froze and luckily didn't roll over on a fresh litter of kittens.

The second time, I knew the feeling, and it was the cutest little stumbling emotion.

You never forget the feeling of being birthed on.