So once upon a time I was born. About two weeks early actually. May 7, 19xx. 26 years prior, my Aunt (Mom's sister) was also born on May 7. AND 30 years prior to that, HER Mom was born. So yes, 3 of us, 3 generations, share the SAME birthday. I always got a kick out of it, because we are all family, but also because no one could ever really forget our birthdays.
Apparently, my Aunt HATES that she shares a birthday with her mother, because her birthday was always overshadowed by her mom's birthday. Always having to share a cake, not being able to pick what you want for dinner; I could understand that, but since I live over 1,000 miles away from them, it was never an issue for me (thank goodness!).
So now in June, there are about 4 birthdays (and one on the way). My father and my older sister share the same birthday (ironically), and my younger sister's birthday is later in the month. My older (pregnant) sister will be having a baby this week on the same day as her first child (who will be 13). I can only imagine what it would be like to share my birthday with my baby sister (let alone as I turn into a hormone crazed TEENAGER!). In all reality, it is a bit much to handle. On top of the birthdays is Fathers Day and way too much cake.
Furthermore, my family is obsessed with cake. Mom used to buy cake for no reason; not even good cake, just plain white with butter cream icing. I prefer carrot cake or even red velvet cake.
My dad made the (losing) argument that we can't get a cake for the new baby because it isn't her birthday. Yeah, imagine how that argument went...
Dad: Why do we need a cake for that, it's not her birthday!
Me: OMG Dad are you JOKING! Um, HELLO, that IS the BIRTHDAY. The day that sets up all the birthdays for the rest of her LIFE!
Dad: What are we going to celebrate, ZERO?
Me: No, her BIRTH!
Don't get me wrong here, my dad is no dummy, maybe he was just having a blonde moment.
UPDATE: The baby was born at 3 pm on June 18, so it was not another double birthday-day! Aleah, my niece!
