I've described this move as "a childbirth, plus a broken foot" with all due respect of the mammas of this world, of course. I realize I'm a sorry ignorant in all pains and aspects of childbirth, and that nothing can compare to the 36 hours you spent writhing on the delivery table. but being as it is that I'll probably die childless and nibbled on by my cats, do pity me and allow me this hyperbolical liberty.