Me - 5 lbs. 4 oz. - Mom was a smoker but also a small woman.

Hubby - 5 lbs. 2 oz. - Mom never smoked but is a small woman.

Son - 6 lbs. 12 oz. - I am small. Son was natural but labor was induced two weeks early because he was getting huge. I was moved from the birthing unit to a delivery room in case I needed an emergency C-section. Thank goodness it didn't come to that.

Alphagam-alum reminded me! Drugs are good!

I was 8lbs 14oz. My hubby was about the same---
my boys were 8lbs 12oz-- and 9lbs 13.5oz!! The second one was a big one--thank God for csections and drugs!!! :)

I was 6 pounds 10 ounces and a month late! They had to induce my mom because I was not coming out. My brother was 7 pounds 10 ounces and a C-section. The funny thing is if you talk to my mom, I was the most beautiful baby she had ever seen and if you talk to my dad, my brother was the most beautiful baby he had ever seen. So I guess all that stuff about just being happy if it was a healthy baby was crap--my mom wanted a girl and my dad wanted a boy. And they both got what they wanted!

I was about 7.5 lbs I think. Born on my due date, 2 days after Mardi Gras.

My mom was at Mardi Gras right before I was born (the family-oriented parades, not the french quarter debauchery ;) ) and she says she thinks the drums got me moving :)

I was my mommy's 30th birthday present.....I was a nice, average 7 lb 10 oz, born 3 days before her b-day in '72. Now I should have had whopper-sized babies because I was decent size, I am a taller woman, and my husband was huge by twin standards.....he was well over 6 lbs as was his brother. But my daughter was born at 38 weeks (induced due to her tiny size) weighing 4 lb 13 oz. My son was born at 36 weeks (due to me having preeclampsia) weighing 5 lb 3 oz. He might have been fairly big had I made it to term.....I had an u/s at about 32 weeks that estimated he would be between 7 1/2 and 8 1/2 lb at birth.

I might add, once tiny always tiny at least in my family. My daughter is now 3 and she only weighs 26 lbs and is just over 3 feet tall.....such a petite little girl. My son is now 16 months old and weighs 21 lb and is 30 1/2 inches. His 5 month-old cousin outweighs him!!!!!!!

I remember when I was pregnant with my older daughter and we would to to church, she would always "dance" to the organ music. To this day, she's very musically inclined!

I was 7 lbs. 6 oz. and was 2 weeks late.

7 lbs. 7oz, born on Pearl Harbor Day, December 7th. 3 weeks early, which I am SO glad about, because I would have hated to have been born on the 21st. A December birthday is bad enough, what with the holidays and all. My twin's (in KD) birthday is Christmas, and she always gets shafted!

My (bio)sister was born the same day as you!
I was 6 lbs 15 oz at 6:15 pm. cool huh.
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I was about 8 lbs and I was super late (like 2 weeks)... I think my mom was probably starting to wonder if I'd ever come out! But I came out perfectly healthy... I like to say I was fashionably late ;)

I was 7lbs 4 1/2oz and 21 1/2 inches long... I was due on my mother's birthday, I was born two weeks late at 1:57pm on my parent's anniversary, they were married at 2:00pm exactly four years before...

My daugther was also two weeks late, 7lbs 15oz and 21 inches long.

I came out 9 pounds, a bunch of ounces, wearing sun glasses, a leather jacket , and pouring myself a big drink of fine Kentucky Bourbon.

The first thing I did was pinch the nurse's ass and ask: "where's the party?".

My Father was born at over 12 pound . .. my Grandmother was only 4'6" tall. . .. IU can't even imagine how that must have felt. :eek:

Birth weight isn't a good indication of future size...
 

I'll admit it, my screen name maybe Lil Snakey K, but at 5'11, my height doesn't match so well with my miniscule birthweight.

I was due on my mom's birthday (June 19), but born two months before that on my parent's anniversary (April 19).

I was a whopping 3lbs 6 ozs.

What can I say, I wanted to meet the Easter Bunny.

Hehehe....

Greek Love,
Lil Snakey K

Just thought I'd share a little sentiment......during my first pregnancy I managed to convince myself that I was carrying a boy. Mind you, I didn't want a boy, I had always wanted a girl and could not see myself with anything but. However, I guess it was a defense mechanism kicking in to get me used to the idea in case it really was a boy, I don't know. Anyway, in my sixth month I attended Chi Omega's national convention as an advisor with another advisor and two of our actives. It was in June, in blazing hot Phoenix, AZ and let me tell you I was dying. The baby was moving around a lot all of a sudden, perhaps from the heat. Anyway, I was sitting there in a meeting surrounded by sisters, many of whom were legacies and there were also a lot of mothers and daughters there. Out of nowhere the idea hit me that maybe I was carrying a girl, my own little legacy, and that here she was with me at convention!!!! I got very weepy at the thought (as hormonally charged pregnant women are apt to do) and went around after that just knowing that I had a little Chi O inside me. So just after I got back home, I had my ultrasound. I can't even describe what went through my mind as the technician said "It's a little girl!!!!!"

James, in answer to your question about your grandmother, I would imagine it felt something akin to pooping a watermelon.