33 years ago today, my mom was 8 months pregnant with what she was told was another baby boy. She went to the hospital because she thought she was in labor, but was told it was false labor. But then at 1:48PM, I was born--a tiny little girl weighing 3 lbs 14 oz. My mom was shocked I was a girl. "Oh, she's so little," she said. "Oh, there's another one," the doctor said. And two minutes later, my sister was born--all 4 lbs of her. My mom handled the fact that she had twins well. She was just surprised we were girls. When my dad heard the news, he said, "What if they both want to go to Sweet Briar [a local all girls college]?" and passed out. When he recovered, he went and sold his truck and bought a station wagon.
I love that story. And I love having a twin sister. And I love that we were able to spend most of our birthday together today. I am a very blessed person. Happy Birthday, Cat! Can't wait to celebrate some more this weekend!