Pretty obvious.
If you don’t know, you can find out here.
Saturday. I’ve always known this because my mother put great stock in the following poem:
Mondays child is fair of face,
Tuesdays child is full of grace,
Wednesdays child is full of woe,
Thursdays child has far to go,
Fridays child is loving and giving,
Saturdays child works hard for his living,
And the child that is born on the Sabbath day
Is bonny and blithe, and good and gay.
I was born on a Friday, which is supposed to be unlucky.
Trivia note. When I was young, my mother told me I was born on a Saturday. But one day I looked it up and I was actually born on a Sunday. Apparently, I was born in the middle of the night and my mother thought of it as Saturday night even though it was actually Sunday.
My brother is an interesting case. When Mom was expecting, she was first told she was due in August, and then it was revised to July.
She decided she wanted an August Baby.
And by golly, she had one–by six minutes.
Neat! I realized that while I know what day I was born on (Tuesday), I couldn’t for the life of me remember what day of the week my son (Tuesday) or daughter (Wednesday) were born on!
Saturday. Probably ruined my parents’ weekend.
Saturday. And I can attest the rhyme is true 
Most Wednesday babies I’ve known have been pretty emo, too.
Sunday
Monday. But I’m not particularly fair of face, sadly.
Far to go, dammit.
Actually, since I’m currently 2712 km from home, maybe it’s correct.
okay Monday…but what does fair of face mean?
Since I was born on Easter morning, I guess it must have been a Sunday.
Inaccurate poem. I don’t know if I’m bonny or blithe, I hope I’m good–but I’m definitely not gay. The percentages wouldn’t match up for the populations estimated homosexuality rates, anyway.
(“What sign is he?”
“Um … Capricorn.”
“So, what does that mean? What will he be like?”
:eek: “He is the prophesied Messiah! The chosen one! The Son of God!!”
“Oh … That’s Capricorn, is it?”
“No, that’s just him!”
“Ah. I was going to say otherwise, there’d be an awful lot of them.”)
An attractive/pleasant face.
Thursday here. According to the poem, I have far to go. But it’s been almost 40 years. Am I there yet? Wherever “there” is?
Well, it says Thursday, but I was born in Scotland; what time zone does this calculator assume? I think I was born in the wee hours of the morning. Can someone adjust for Scottish Mean Time?
I am born on a Wednesday only because of Daylight Savings time (12:31am PDT). This throws everything out of whack for my mom the numerologist.
My father was a minister, and Sunday morning service was cancelled abruptly when my mother went into labor.
Pretty. Or pale, I guess. But the usual interpretation is pretty.
I’m one of a pair of “identical cousins.” My mother wreaked me upon the world at the same time (to the hour) that her sister damed a daughter. Life is weird.
Well since you helped out with my interpretation…I will say that maybe far to go means…YOU will live a very long life..