What's Your Sign? Better Check Again.

I'm Samantha and I'm a Sagittarius. I'm feisty. I'm adventurous. I'm sporty. I'm all the things Sagittarians are supposed to be. It's my identity. But now, suddenly, I'm not. According to astronomers, the Earth has shifted enough over the last 500 years that the dates of the zodiac signs have changed. And there's a new one thrown into the mix: Ophiuchus. (Ophiuch-wha? I know! I can't even pronounce it, let alone explain it!) And that's what I am now. Well, half of me is. My birthday falls right on the cusp, and my other half is Scorpio.

Scorpio. The sneaky, biting, caustic, backstabbing scorpion. The sign my faithful astrology believer of a mother—once a Leo; still a Leo—refused to let me be. She literally crossed her legs for two weeks after her due date so I would be born a Sagittarius instead of a Scorpio. And now, all of her hard work, her extra two weeks of pregnancy are for what? For nada.

Maybe it's really cool to be a Scorpio/Ophiuchus. Ha. Who am I kidding? For now, I'm just going to live vicariously through my twin girls. Those lucky ducks, born Capricorns in 2008, are now Sags. At least someone wins here.

What about you: Did your sign change? What about your kids?