Jan 8 - 16th, between 6 and 7 weeks in advance of my parents wedding.
The link gives my conception date as 10/13-10/21/69. My mom told me I was a couple of weeks late. Yep, I sure was.
Yankee Doodle went to town
was riding like a pony…
A “two-back-beast” isn’t a noun,
(…and asses rarely boney…)
I was born one year, nine months and one day after my sister.
You do the math.
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Fine… I am that Yankee Doodle Boy.
But if I’m going to post a song link from that band, let it be this one…
Probably Valentine’s Day as well.
Well. That explains a lot! 
Possibly on September 11th, back when it was just a nice, normal day.
I was born 10 months after my older sister and 14 months before my younger sister. Mom & Dad sure wanted kids!
And hated sleep!
Sometime around the 1971/1972 holidays. (born mid-September 1972, 2-3 weeks early)
Please elaborate.
According to the site it was the week of June 15, 1977, and my parents might have been listening to Fleetwood Mac’s “Dreams.”
That is so laughable because I doubt my parents even knew the band. They weren’t exactly hip.
Believe me, you didn’t have to be hip in 1977 to be aware of Fleetwood Mac. They were unavoidable.
If you knew my parents you’d understand. They were mostly into classical music and really didn’t listen to any popular music recorded post-1963.
Mid-January. My brother was four and a half months old at the time.
May 29- June 6, 1981.
That’s roughly consistent with my parents’ anniversary date of May 21.
I was conceived when Elvis was still alive. I was born after he had died.
Early May of 1967. Given that they were then living in Cleveland, I’m guessing a bit of spring fever.
Early December, 1972. Probably 1-2 weeks before that site actually suggests, since I’ve always been told I was a week or two late (of course, EDDs being what they were in the early 70s, that could in wrong too).