My baby is 10!!

Double digits...my baby has hit double friggin' digits. Holy mother...

Anyone have any idea how old this makes ME feel?? I can remember like it was yesterday - calling Julie at 5am to tell her I was in labor, only to have her freaking out during the conversation because I wasn't talking.

"Bek? BEK??? What's happening? What are you DOING???"
"Breathing."
"Breathing? Why aren't you talking?"
"Breathing."
"Breathing? OHHHHHHHHH. Breathing! Like for contractions! Breathing! OH MY GOD!!"

Hilarious...
And then, of course...most of you know - Julie named the boy. Wasn't me. I had no boy's name. None. Zip, zero, zilch, nada...no name boy. I had a girl name that I didn't really like, and I didn't know what I was having. Have I told all of you this before? Anyway, Julie came in to the hospital later that day proclaiming "Hey, I thought of a boy name on the train...Owen." I didn't even really acknowledge it. Of course, by the time she got there I think they had me on pit and stadol...I couldn't even get my glasses back on my face after I took them off, let alone give any real thought to a name. It wasn't until hours and hours later, when I delivered a beautiful baby boy that the doctor said "What's his name?" and I replied "Owen." Julie squeed "Bek, you don't have to name him that, really, it was just a thought."

Either I really loved the name or I was too tired to think of something else - either way, it stuck. And now we have a 10 year old Owen to show for it.

Happiest of birthdays to my boy - all he wanted was Under Armour - so that's all he's getting. Well that and dinner at BW's...and we're going to see Spiderman 3...and we're having a party at the jumpyjump place. But that's it. Seriously. Spoiled rotten kid. :)