When I was a fetus, I was constantly thrashing around. The doctors and nurses told my mother that they were almost certain I was going to be a boy because girls typically aren't that active in the womb (my dad's health insurance only covered one ultrasound and I was still too small at the time for them to be able to see what sex I was). Even during the ultrasound, I wouldn't stay still and was "freaking out." According to my parents, I would slam so hard I would shake the entire bed frame.
I was almost born on my father's birthday, but it was way too soon and they were able to stop the labor. However, about a month before I was due, I finally kicked my mother so hard that I tore the placenta cord straight off the uterine wall. Since I couldn't get food or oxygen anymore, they delivered me via emergency c-section. I came out with an irregular heartbeat, but they gave me some oxygen and I was otherwise fine.
Everyone was shocked when I turned out to be a girl.
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