My life began in a bubble

Once a week, usually on Sundays (I am catching up today), I plan to tell a "what was I thinking" true story from my past. My intent is to tell the stories chronologically so as to comprise a personal history. Here is the first: 

I began my interminable streak of ill-fated adventures nearly at birth, having been born several weeks premature (evidently, I couldn't wait to leave heaven and get on with the pratfalls on earth) and weighed in at a whopping 5lbs 6oz. And, unlike most babies, I didn't get to go home the next day, but spent my first week or so in a hospital incubator convalescing from yellow jaundice. Yo…what was I thinking!?! Here I am sleeping off the ordeal on the floor at home. 

Here I am in training to become a couch potato. 

This could be the first time I asked myself, "Yo…what was I thinking!?!" (It looks as if I am about to slide backwards off the bed as if my grip on the spread will be of any help.)

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