My mom was pregnant with me during Loma Prieta. (My dad was actually at the World Series game that day.) Cell phones weren't a thing and they weren't able to get in touch with each other for nearly 12 hours after quake. They were both sure the other one was dead. (My mom drove on the highway that collapsed every day to commute. Luckily she stayed late at work that day since my dad was at the game with his brother.)

When they did finally both get home, my mom's first words were "I'm ok, but I'm afraid that the baby might be scrambled eggs."

I was born 5 months later and to this day my dad still sometimes calls me "scrambled eggs."