Inspired by an MN thread, where the poster had gone her whole life thinking she was a Sunday child, because that's what her mother had told her, only to discover she was in actual fact a Monday child. I just googled my dob and day and I'm Wednesday's child. Full of woe. That's me stuffed then
I'm a Tuesday's child, but full of grace I am not. Awkward dancer, more athletic in my youth than graceful. Grace from God is a different matter entirely, I try hard.
If my birthday is right I was born on a Tuesday. Though I was born through the night at home and due to haemorrhaging my mother had to be rushed into hospital, my father was never sure which side of midnight it was but chose my birthday as the numbers made a pattern easy to remember!!!! It probably was the next day, I am certainly not full of grace and have had quite a few woes in my life.
I was born on a Wednesday, a home birth. My Dad always said my brother wouldn’t come and see me as he was busy watching Crackerjack. When he told the story people said it can’t be true as Crackerjack was always on a Friday. He ordered a newspaper with TV listings for January 1956 to prove it was on a Wednesday. I still have it somewhere.
I was born on a Thursday so I have 'far to go' and I take this to mean that I must strive to achieve which was coincidently the school motto. It feels like I'm forever on the cusp of great things but never quite get there.
Dear late husband was born on a Saturday and he certainly 'worked hard for a living' - much good it did him, I'm rather cynical this morning.
I'm a Wednesday and full of woe is about right. I'm not a glum type of person, just had a bit of a tough life, so woe aplenty sadly. Still, could be much worse of course!
I’m a Tuesday but definitely not full of grace. I wouldn’t have thought that it was possible to fiddle the date of the birth for tax reasons but when DD2 was born we definitely planned to have this baby well before April 5th so that we would get the best refund possible. I didn’t become pregnant as quickly as I’d expected but she was due towards the end of March and I just seemed to get bigger and bigger. I went into labour late on the 4th April but she waited and waited until early evening on the 5th before she was born. Ironically by this time DH had already been very ill for a couple of months, his salary had gone down to a very basic one and there wasn’t any tax to be refunded for us that year anyway.