A childhood belief about giving birth

When I was a very little girl, my grandmother (as I'm sure many Southern grandmothers have done) told me that if I ate the seeds of a watermelon I would have a baby. This perplexed me a lot. I wanted another baby (I'm an only child), but I didn't think that *I* was the one who should be having it. Furthermore, I didn't yet understand that girls had a place for something other than pee and poo. I thought that my vagina was just place where my pee came out, and therefore, that couldn't be the place where a baby would come from. My bottom couldn't be it, either, that was just even more gross. So after *MUCH* thinking, I finally came to the conclusion that mommy's must have their babies shoot out of their mouths. It was the only other opening that I could think of at the time, and this, along with my grandmother's story about the watermelon seeds, seemed like a logical conclusion at the time... Unfortunately, I saw that alternative as somewhat terrifying, and there was a period of time during which I swore to myself that I would never have kids. :O)