I'm not superstitious at all so it wouldn't bother me.
When I was in labour I was very keen for my son to arrive before midnight on the 12th because my daughter's birthday was the 12th and I thought it would be nice and easy to remember. My brother and I were both born on 27th of different months. Unfortunately my labour dragged on somewhat and he was born on Friday 23th! The nurses assumed it was because of superstition not me liking the idea of both children having birthdays on the 12th!
A famous matador gored by bull!
This made me quite teary - but smile too
