Thirty five years ago today I must have been having a really good time. I had a baby nine months later.
Same here! I had just started dating my first boyfriend and was excited about starting engineering school at UT-Austin. I had just found out I was valedictorian, and I won a big piano contest. I was on top of the world! 
Spring semester of first year of nursing school, small town Arizona. Looking forward to summer with my boyfriend in Alaska. We later broke up, but he is and was a sweetie.
35 years ago I had literally just moved into the house in which I am still living today. I had much business travel and already thinking about getting pregnant. It took a few years and had a few misses and I also had a 9 month 3 week pregnancy but it was in 1985. No epidural for me… after two hours of pushing I had some nitrous oxide and the doctor used forceps to deliver older d, 8 lbs. 8.oz, a big girl…
Now ** 25** years ago, I was 8 months pregnant with my 2nd. She was transverse, and while I kept going back into the hospital for her to be turned, she would go back by the time I got home.
I have a bicornate uterus, so turning her was interesting. She went into the correct position when hard labor began however.
( which lasted for at least three days, but that’s another story)
Sophmore in dance…probably working on getting the spring movement concert going. Was excited about this crappy poorly-built, rickety, mouse infested shack that I was going to move into with 2 other dancers and a random guy we knew. 1 bathroom, 4 of us, no heating and lots of mice. 63$ per month.
I was a first-year associate at a large NYC law firm, making an annual salary of $30,000, and living in a one-bedroom apartment in a new building on 72nd and 3rd, paying $688 per month in rent. I thought of myself as being very well-off on that salary.
35 years ago I was in the infatuation phase with the man who would become my husband.
I have stronger memories of 29 years ago today. I,too, was giving birth to my first child. She was an emergency c-section. I had eclampsia (or toxemia as they called it in 1986). Very serious and scary stuff. I spent the next few days in the ICU and have little recollection of my first few days as a mother. I guess the message behind this thread is that April 22nd births can be anything but routine.
I was a junior in high school and recently started dating my first husband
I was a senior in HS in 1980 also. My first child was 3 weeks overdue too. She did not want to be born - long labor at home, long labor at the birth center, until the midwife suggested we transfer to the hospital and I ended up with all the things I had been trying to avoid - pitocin, epidural, strapped up to beeping machinery. I lost a lot of blood and was exhausted for days. Got a rocky start to breastfeeding. But eventually we got it together and my other 2 kids came out much quicker and easier!
I was in 8th grade. I had braces and wanted my own phone line in my room so badly as I had to pull that phone cord extension so long to hide from my family while I talked the night away with my friends. I was wearing Jordache jeans, wore jean nate perfume and wore two polos at a time for that extra preppy look.
I was working at a company where I was told a promotion to another position wasn’t possible because I wasn’t male. Within the week I found a new job (where there wasn’t at least such overt sexism) and resigned. I got promotions at the new place. Years and several states later, someone from the second place tried to recruit me to a fascinating position but I had kids and different interests by that time. One of those paths not taken.
I was 23, married almost 3 years, and in between college and graduate school. In fact, it is around the time I was likely opening the acceptance letter to graduate school and calling my parents on a pay phone. For the year, I was directing/teaching a brand new after school program in Newton, MA. We also were planning our 6 week cross country trip that summer to various National Parks and such, knowing it was likely the last time for a long while that we could take that kind of time off (he was in grad school too). We were living in Cambridge, MA. That was so long ago!
(and for the OP…my first baby was 26 hours of natural childbirth followed by an eventual C-section)
I’m so old. I graduated from grad school in 1980. 46 hour labor, a few years later.
I was just finishing up my first year of architecture school. Never worked so hard or pulled so many all-nighters in my life.
I was 29, happily working in NYC in educational publishing as a textbook editor and living in Princeton, NJ, where
my Dh was a history grad student. I took the commuter train from Princeton to Grand Central, caught the C Train (I think) into Manhattan, like I did every weekday. This month 35 years ago I was also working on the primary campaign for the losing Democratic candidate after work, canvassing suburban neighborhoods and making donor calls.
Dh and I had decided we didn’t want any children. 
Finishing up 3rd year USC pharmacy school getting ready to spend summer internship at Abbott labs in N Chicago. I think I arrived in Chicago just in time for Memorial Day.
I don’t remember this exact date, but I guarantee you I was at the Shandygaff Saloon (the 22nd of April did have a “Y” in it in 1980, correct)? We literally went out partying every single night of the week our last two years. It is hard to believe that we all managed to get good jobs and have great careers 
I had just moved to a new state to be with my soon to be husband. We were sure we would be here 5 years max- we are still in the area.
Probably taking finals in law school.