I’ve been hearing that ever since my carefree days as a fetus. I was about 7 lb. 6 oz. at birth (I checked my birth certificate) and that’s not too bad in most circles, but a lot of babies born with health issues tend to come in as featherweights. This makes me think that if everything had been OK healthwise I might have tipped the scales at 180 lbs at birth.
I know that my father was 12 lbs. – and he was born at home – to a mother who was barely 5 feet tall and under 100lbs.
Needless to say, he was an only child and my grandfather started smoking.
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