Story Time

The Birth Of A Legend

The only way to start the story of my life off right is to start it from the beginning... The day I was born.

Yes, the unfortunate tales of my life do begin on the very first day I was born. Actually, in all technicality, this first story begins before I was even plucked from the womb (my mom had a C-section).

The doctor decided to take a bet before I was born on that April 2nd a legend was born. The bet was very simple- over or under six pounds. Was I going to weigh more than 6 pounds or not?

All the nurses and whoever else was in the room took part in this bet, but quite frankly, whoever said under six pounds was just stupid. Both of my older brothers were over seven pounds, so the chances of my being under six pounds were slim.

So, I was born, and it was a day-after-April-Fool's-miracle. I weighed a whopping nine pounds and thirteen ounces... Nearly ten pounds.

Whoever bet on over six pounds won big money that day.

Now, this bet is not where the date of birth story ends. This story ends upon my dad entering an elevator at the hospital with two nurses in it as well.

The nurses are talking to one another, and it's not that my dad was trying to eaves drop. It just kind of... Happened. You know how it is when you just can't not hear someone else's conversation.

So anyways, he was in the elevator with these nurses, and they kept talking about this baby that had just been born.

"She's gigantic!" they said.

And when one of them said the room number, my father couldn't remain silent any longer!

"Yeah, that one's mine," he said.

Basically, my birth weight was gambled upon and nurses were gossiping about how fat I was.

My life is off to a great start, isn't it?

Xoxo,
Sydney