Name Game

Naming another human being is a HUGE responsibility. One that I'm not taking lightly. I think I can say the same thing for Babydaddy, when he's not suggesting such gems as "Frank Sandbeans" or "Theman". Say them out loud. I dare you.

After panicking about the lack of unique, decent boy's names, we quickly came up with a shortlist of mutually-agreed-upon names for our would-be son. After a little discussion, one name emerged as "the one" and all we have to do is pick out an equally awesome middle name and we're set.

Our rush to find a boy's name was partly spurred on by the fact that we have a long list of girl's names we like - in addition to separate lists of names that neither of us can ok. After semi-agreeing on a name we had batted around since the beginning of the pregnancy, Babydaddy has asked that we rethink the name. He presented the reason behind his request, which I definitely understand. But I can't help but feel a little disheartened. It seemed like the only name we both truly loved. Now I might give birth to a no-name baby, packaged in yellow until we give her a fancy brand name.

Chances are we'll find another wonderful name or decide that our original girl's name is the right fit. After all, we have a whole five months to find a moniker that will suit our child whether she's a lawyer, a teacher, a writer, a dancer, an Olympian, an actor, a doctor or a baker. Maybe Frank Sandbeans isn't so bad after all?