I believe it was a pretty average 8.5 lbs, born very early one May 9th morning (which was a Friday back in my year of birth). My mother got a special blanket and an award from the dairy council (my dad was in the dairy industry back then), for being the baby born closest to Mother's Day - which has continued to haunt me for the rest of my life. Want to go out for dinner on your birthday? Too fucking bad, dude. Everywhere is booked solid because of families trying to beat the Mother's Day rush.