As I'm having a Hewitt induced rant about childbirth elsewhere, I thought I'd try a fluffier thread here.
I was born at home during the world cup in 1966 (obviously a good year )
My dad was watching TV downstairs and my mum was upstairs with the MW. He came upstairs between goals to check on 'things.'
To be fair to my dad, this was normal male behaviour for the time and I was the third child and it was a good match. It wasn't the final, though, so with hindsight, maybe he should have been a bit more interested?
After I was born they hung a pink sheet out of the window to let the neighbours know that I was a girl.