No .. but when I was born my umbilical cord was wrapped around my neck .. as my Mum tells it, she couldn't stop pushing after finally accepting drugs, she couldn't stop laughing either she says because she was wasted so a nurse cut my cord and got sprayed with blood that even hit the ceiling! .. and that's how I arrived. Laughter and blood.
A couple of decades later, we were all in the family car driving through a Spanish holiday place and my Mum pointed out this tiny derelict building next to the sea and cheerfully said "That's where you were conceived!" ..
That reminds me of a former colleague who came into work complaining of a sore neck. I asked what was wrong and he said he'd been sleeping on the sofa. I asked why and he said "Well, I was in bed last night and I turned to the wife and said 'When I was twenty, I never thought I'd see the day when I'd end up in bed with a 60-year-old grandmother.'"