Someone posted on my Facebook wall yesterday (it was my dad, but I'm sick of talking about him so I'm going to pretend it wasn't) that they were watching the doctor who delivered the Infant Shlup on the Smithsonian channel. I guess his name was (is?) James Van Pelt, the navigator on The Bockscar, which dropped the "Fat Man" on Nagasaki 65 years ago yesterday.

My mom replied with "My OBGYN was a WWII Navagator. Not something I was looking for when I chose him," which immediately turned my mind to comparing my mother's birth canal to an a-bomb site.

Weird.

I was born at 2:55am on a Monday after just two hours of labor. I was a normal-sized baby, but my head was a bit large and the doctor had to snip my mom's tra-la a bit to get me out. Without drugs. In 1983, I guess dad's still didn't go in the delivery room. Or at least mine didn't. He might've just been too high or something though.

A few years after I was born they turned that hospital into a rehab center.

Tell me details about the day you were born.