The Friday night before Dakotah was born, I was having Braxton Hicks contractions, like I had been having off and on for two weeks, and it was around 10:30 at night. Wayne and I were in bed reading, and listening to the radio.

The talk show host on the radio happened to be hosting a show about people's names. He wanted listeners to call in and tell him their name, how they got it, and whether or not they liked it.

We had decided that Dakotah would be named Tracey Gabriel if she were a boy. A name we were sure of for a boy for three years before she arrived, but one we didn't even consider when we were pregnant for Paige.

Until about a week prior, Dakotah was definitely going to be Devin Kathleen if she were a girl. Then, I heard the name Dakotah and fell in love with it. Around the same time, Wayne found the name Rhiannon and really, really liked it. We could not agree.

So, I call the dj and told him our dilemma, that we were two weeks overdue for our baby, and we could not come up with a name should she be a girl.

He agreed to dedicate his whole three hour show to our baby, 'Name the Baby', letting listeners who called in choose between Dakotah and Rhiannon, on the condition that we use the name that won the contest.

It was so cool, laying there, timing contractions, listening to people's opinions. We laughed really hard when this old lady called in, who sounded like she had had too much to drink, and said, "I don't like either one, I like Charlotte," and hung up the phone.

Anyway, as you can guess, Dakotah Kathleen won the contest 17 to 15 over Rhiannon.

The Braxton Hicks turned out to be the real thing, and the next morning, we were headed to the hospital.