“You’ve got a front row forward,” the nurses told my father, back in the day men waited outside birthing rooms.

“Oh, another boy?” dad said in (what I imagine to be) a not-too-disappointed way.

“Oh no, it’s a girl,” he was informed.

And that dear friends, was my introduction into the world.

Of course I knew nothing about this conversation until I was much older, but now of course I wonder if I started overeating while still in the womb? Maybe I was like the baby from the Twilight books, eeking (ie. eating) the life out of my poor mother?!  And perhaps I was doomed to have weight and self-confidence issues from the get-go.

I’m sure the nurses meant nothing by their comment and – in almost every culture – a chubby baby is actually a good thing. Plus my father was a (then) fairly well-known footballer – hence the comment. However in retrospect I’m kinda glad he wasn’t a sumo-wrestler. Or a Eastern European Hammer Thrower… cos that kind of comparison would be really traumatic. 😉

Perhaps all of these people came to visit and commented on my size and I’ve been stigmatised ever since. #Ornot cos I became a normal-sized kid so… there goes that excuse theory!

But at 9 lb. 10 ounces (about 4.5kg) , it’s true I wasn’t petite. But I hafta say, in all modesty… I was kinda cute.

What were you like as a baby? Petite or… ummm…  less-so?