I almost popped out in the cab on the way to the hospital; I was five weeks premature (which means I skipped two sun signs and could well have been born on leap year day, as there was one that year) and weighed five pounds... and immediately lost some weight (wish it was that easy now!) I stayed in Hahneman Hospital, in an incubator, almost a week, and came home on my dad's birthday (March 4). I've never been early anywhere for anything since then.