I dig it. My Mom (this was 1950’s) was overweight and gained more while pregnant with me. So the wise OBGYN had her start smoking. Parliament or Marlboros. With that being all good, I was three weeks premature, breech, and birthed by C-section. Then, probably because Dad was a Pharmacist, I was always formula fed. Never breast fed. So on…
I dig it. My Mom (this was 1950’s) was overweight and gained more while pregnant with me. So the wise OBGYN had her start smoking. Parliament or Marlboros. With that being all good, I was three weeks premature, breech, and birthed by C-section. Then, probably because Dad was a Pharmacist, I was always formula fed. Never breast fed. So once I knew all of this, I had a built-in excuses for my behavior, grades, etc. It became the family joke. The six toes and tail were removed surgically earl in my life, so I never had to endure childhood torture over them. Good times.
I dig it. My Mom (this was 1950’s) was overweight and gained more while pregnant with me. So the wise OBGYN had her start smoking. Parliament or Marlboros. With that being all good, I was three weeks premature, breech, and birthed by C-section. Then, probably because Dad was a Pharmacist, I was always formula fed. Never breast fed. So once I knew all of this, I had a built-in excuses for my behavior, grades, etc. It became the family joke. The six toes and tail were removed surgically earl in my life, so I never had to endure childhood torture over them. Good times.