I’m relatively sure this is how Ridley Scott’s parents had him.

As a sidenote, I never understood the stork thing. Someone tasks a bird to deliver a baby to a specific address? If you’ve ever watched a pigeon with a french fry, you know birds drop things all the time. Assuming the storks could manage not to drop your baby (or try to eat it, I guess), I’d bet they couldn’t read the right street address.

Honestly, if birds were able to read street signs, I’d train them to deliver pizza instead of babies. There would be a much higher demand for them, and you could tip them with birdseed. It’s a win-win, really.