Of course I don’t know for sure (eww if I did), but as a psuedo-amateur weather enthusiast, I came upon an article over at the WashingtonPost.com weather blog page that may have shed light on the time I was conceived to enter existence. And sure there may be better worldly circumstances in which to be conceived, but few would surpass a massive surprise snowstorm no?
According to this report, there was a pretty significant surprise snow event that occurred in the D.C. Metro area on President's Day back in 1979. They were expecting a few inches at most, but ended up getting walloped for a foot or two of snow. Now I can’t think of a better time than a massive surprise snowstorm to cuddle up with the wifey. Taking in consideration the typical 9 months is takes babies to incubate inside their host, I was born in early November that year…almost 9 months later from the snowstorm exactly lol.
Anyways, I was supposedly a “late” baby so that would push me to early Feb. late Jan. conception time period… I don’t know why I thought about this…because yes it is slightly disturbing to think about now that I think about it more. I guess I just found it interesting the date of the storm and my birth.