I used to think having a birthday on January 29 was a pretty good deal. I got to bring Munchkins to school when I was young (unlike the summer birthday kids), celebrate my big day during syllabus week while at college, and ask for anything Santa forgot to bring me for Christmas as a birthday gift. But when you really think about January birthdays, the cons greatly outweigh the pros.
I’d go as far as to say that after December, January is the worst month to be born in.
January babies, you know the struggle. You’ve never had a pool party with your class, you never got to wear that hot LBD to your birthday dinner, and you are pretty much partied out from December holidays. As stoked as you are to stuff cake in your face and toast with vodka crans until dawn, literally everyone else is thinking about their New Year’s resolution to lose weight and save money. (This is not the recipe for a fun birthday blast.)
I feel you, January babies. Behold, the worst things about having a birthday at the beginning of the new year.