The big day

They say that good things come to those who wait. On that note my mother Lydia went to the doctor for a check up and he confirmed that calculations that she had at least another two weeks before I arrived. So she went shopping after the appointment for a few things and soon discovered that I was not going to wait. At first my mother was concerned that I was premature. I am sure she was also somewhat relieved that the pregnancy was finally over. I know this to be true because I am the father of five children and every mother I know has ever pined for a longer pregnancy. But I digress. In those days, the would administer a saddle block which basically deadened all sensation from the stomach down. This also meant that she could not push. Thus I was born thanks to a large pair of salad tongs or forceps which pinched my head and literally pulled me out. I am told I had a bit of a cone head and black eye - but with no permanent damage. My wife and children might disagree however. Thus upon my birth my mother was told that I was not premature after all and that they had miscalculated my due date by 2-3 weeks.

Uh-oh. If that were really true the date of my conception was 2-3 weeks earlier. More on that later.