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Seven weeks until Baby Tres’s due date, four weeks until she is considered full-term, and still no name. STILL. NO. NAME. Hubby and I both wanted to find out the sex of the baby so that we could name him or her and stop calling the baby “It,” but I am less than two months away, people! Fat lot of good it did to find out her gender fifteen weeks ago.
Yikes. Fifteen weeks deliberating over names is a long time. I didn’t realize it had been that long until just now.
Last night as I sat on the couch with Hubby and looked at yet another baby name website I told him it was all his fault we didn’t have a name yet--someone has to take the blame for this--he told me he’s not that concerned because he’s waiting for The Name: The one we both hear as the clouds part and the sun shines through while birds sing and we look at each other and KNOW it is The Name.
I am not so hopeful for that moment, so I keep reading websites and checking credits to movies, hoping to be inspired. It’s a bit exhausting.
Later last night as we laid in bed I found the meaning of one of my favorite names. It means “gentle dew from heaven.” Precious, right? When I told him he laughed and said, “You’re not going to believe me, but as I was driving to work this morning…”
He told me the story of driving to work and seeing the sun shine through the clouds, and it made him think of those early-morning football practices from his youth when they had to stretch on the grass in the dew and he hated it; HE HATED THE DEW. So I guess the meaning of that precious name does nothing to help my cause.
Some day we’ll have a name, really we will. Even if I have to pull the I-carried-this-baby-for-nine-and-a-half-months-and-therefore-get-to-choose-the-name card, we will eventually have a name.
Seven weeks until Baby Tres’s due date, four weeks until she is considered full-term, and still no name. STILL. NO. NAME. Hubby and I both wanted to find out the sex of the baby so that we could name him or her and stop calling the baby “It,” but I am less than two months away, people! Fat lot of good it did to find out her gender fifteen weeks ago.
Yikes. Fifteen weeks deliberating over names is a long time. I didn’t realize it had been that long until just now.
Last night as I sat on the couch with Hubby and looked at yet another baby name website I told him it was all his fault we didn’t have a name yet--someone has to take the blame for this--he told me he’s not that concerned because he’s waiting for The Name: The one we both hear as the clouds part and the sun shines through while birds sing and we look at each other and KNOW it is The Name.
I am not so hopeful for that moment, so I keep reading websites and checking credits to movies, hoping to be inspired. It’s a bit exhausting.
Later last night as we laid in bed I found the meaning of one of my favorite names. It means “gentle dew from heaven.” Precious, right? When I told him he laughed and said, “You’re not going to believe me, but as I was driving to work this morning…”
He told me the story of driving to work and seeing the sun shine through the clouds, and it made him think of those early-morning football practices from his youth when they had to stretch on the grass in the dew and he hated it; HE HATED THE DEW. So I guess the meaning of that precious name does nothing to help my cause.
Some day we’ll have a name, really we will. Even if I have to pull the I-carried-this-baby-for-nine-and-a-half-months-and-therefore-get-to-choose-the-name card, we will eventually have a name.
