lol, beedubya.

pdq, that confusion about birthdates happened to me. For 26 years - until I came across an old calendar - I celebraed the wrong day; it turned out that I was 4 days younger (Woo Hoo!) than I had thought. They didn't get around to writing down the date; the only thing everybody agreed upon was that it was Thanksgiving Day. And Thanksgiving Day doesn't usually fall on Sunday. :)

This was in North Dakota during a blizzard and the midwife couldn't get through. My mother had already had 8 chldren so I don't suppose it alarmed her too badly. My father was there but she said he wasn't all that much help. If I'd had a difficult birth, though, no doubt he would've been invaluable. As a lifelong farmer he knew all about pulling calves. *g*