My mom was a December birthday. I honestly don't know if this was planned or not, but she never liked it. Everything is over in one month and then there's nothing to look forward to.
Enter ME. I am a December birthday. I was certainly planned...for about 5 years earlier than I came. So when my parents found out they were having me, they were thrilled...even though I was due in December! My mom always did her best to give two separate sets of gifts growing up, and she even threw me a surprise party in the summer for my 16th birthday. I can honestly say that she did a great job of helping me cope! She didn't do the "oh, I combined your birthday and Christmas presents" thing that I absolutely hate (unless it was a big gift and I knew she was going to do it). It was just kind of sad growing up never to have a pool party or a party at the park for your birthday.
And then there's baby #2. Planned? Oh yes...just for May (as in next month) instead of November! I thought I had managed to avoid the December curse until I went for my sonogram. They said I was measuring a week less than what I thought, which would put me being due on November 29th instead of the 23rd. Given that my OB said that I will probably go into labor late again (I was 5 days late with Caleb), that would pretty much push it into....you guessed it! DECEMBER! Ahhhh my poor baby. Maybe I could just tell him/her that he/she was actually born in July. If we just say that from the beginning we can just pretend it's true, right?
Neither of my kids will have outdoor parties...thank goodness for the new indoor pool! (I have my eye on that for Caleb's 4th birthday!) :)