Thanks for the birthday wishes, everyone!
And here's a story which takes place in Dearborn, MI, some 40-mrrfle years ago. My mother, barely 6 months pregnant, stepped into a drugstore. The sign in the window read "Wonder Drugs - We Deliver." Her water broke while standing in line, and I was nearly born on a gurney a few hours later while they were trying to get her into the delivery room. She said she knew from that point on that I would be an avid reader, albeit somewhat inclined to literalism. The untimely and too-fast delivery process happened again with my sister, who made it into the seventh month before my mother stepped off the ladder of a dock at Silver Lake and jarred herself just enough to start contractions that wouldn't stop. My sister was almost born in the backseat of my uncle's car, who, at the age of 17, was driving like a mad thing to get Mom to the hospital while doing his best Prissy impression from Gone With the Wind.