This past week we celebrated our son's 2nd birthday (that gives my fellow NASCAR bloggers and idea of what I've been doing with my time lately), nonetheless, I have been reading and periodically posting a comment here and there. I always get a laugh at my blogging ideas because sometimes I never know when they are going to hit. This one came at 5:15 this morning when my daughter abruptly woke me to help her walk to the bathroom. I was in deep, deep sleep; dreaming even! I was dreaming that Michael Landon was telling me that Melissa Gilbert was some kind of fashionista in her day when she was this child star. Melissa Gilbert? Fashion? It must have been my subconscious mind crossing the fact that she was on last week's episode of Nip/Tuck and me going shopping yesterday?!?! Well, now that I get back in bed, the thought of children, of course, is running through my mind...do we really want another...waking me up in all hours of the night? It was nice reminiscing about my son's birth just the other day. My husband and I were talking about that day with our son - as if our son could remember. I didn't remember this part, but my husband asked me if I remembered him asking me if I could wait until the Talladega race was over. He said I said yes, which was bringing back some faint memories.

That morning, a sharp pain woke me, and I knew then, that day was going to be the day. I called my parents and had them come pick up my daughter because I didn't know how long it would take me before we could go to the hospital. It took a majority of the day, but I do remember asking my husband to walk with me around the neighborhood to help regulate my contractions. It was a beautiful Indian Summer day with just that hint of coolness in the air. I didn't realize until this morning, that we had to have been walking while the race was going on. But he never, never let on like he was missing something. I guess he just knew that was not the time to go "AWWWW, can't it wait?????" Like some sissy 5 year old little girl. I do remember now that we walked out the door as soon as Dale Jr. crossed that finished line. Even in the moment of life changing events, I still wanted to see Dale Jr. win also. Of course, we continued talking about how excrutiating my labor turned out to be. Even though he was my second child, and everyone says the second one is easier - NOT TRUE! He was heavier, bigger, 10 days early, and my epidural went straight to my left leg and made it dead as a doornail. But hey, we got a baby on Talladega Sunday. My in laws asked what his name was and my husband jokingly replied: "Dale." The Dale Jr. fan in him thought we could try and hold out until Dale's Jr.'s birthday - October 10th. We had our son on the 3rd.