Saturday, February 03, 2007
Names and onesies…
The name picking… We have finally narrowed our list down to two names. That was one exhausting process. I honestly think that I’ve read through over a thousand names. I must be the pickiest person on the planet, cause I find fault with almost every name I find: that’s too lame, that’s too snobby, that’s a name of a person I knew in high school and didn’t like (to put it mildly), that’s gonna be made fun of, etc… Add to that the fact that my hubs is pretty opinionated too, and you’ll get the picture.
And no, we haven’t consulted anyone. We haven’t even given any hints to our parents. Balancing two opinions is hard enough…
But miraculously we’ve finally got two realistic names to work with. Two names we both seem to be ok with. And the winner will be decided by either flipping a coin, or a prophetic dream. Cause I’ve exhausted my analytical skills -- I’ve looked up meanings, trends, government statistics… (that’s just my personality – I always research everything and anything… and I used to be an accountant…)
So now it’s all down to the nitty-gritty – washing baby clothes, getting the bassinet out of the basement, packing the hospital bag… (Which is… ahm… still in the basement…)
Also, today I started sorting through kiddo’s old baby clothes. I can’t believe he used to fit into those tiny little onesies. It was a rather surreal feeling. Is it true that someone this tiny is going to be in my hands again? And what are those thingies? Spitting bibs? I forgot we ever needed those! I wonder what else I forgot. I seem to have a distant memory of a few weeks (months?) of a zombie like underslept state… Baby… diapers… laundry… blur… “Did he smile?”… blur… “Oh look, he’s looking at me!”… blur… “How on earth does one wash a baby? What if we drop him in the tub?”… blur… And now those tiny bibs, clothes and blankets are staring back at me. “Remember us? You better stock up on that baby-safe detergent, cause we’ll be living in the laundry room soon…”
All in all, I think we’ve started the count down mode…
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How exciting! It's getting down to it now.
I had Julia's name picked by the time I was 5 months along and I didn't waiver. I was certain that was the name I wanted.
My parents had decided to name me Paula Joanne. Until I was born. My mother changed her mind when she held me. She thought I looked like a Leslie and thought it was a really unique name. She had forgotten about her great uncle Leslie who believed, until the day he died, that I was named after him.
My parents chose the easy route. They named my siblings and I after grandparents.
Our first child outgrew a lot of her clothes, socks, and shoes by the time she was born. She was a big baby -- a giant for an Asian baby.
This is like waiting for Christmas to open your presents. The anxiety kills you. The funny thing is that I usually go through the same name process when I choose a name for my characters. Name association and meanings are important to me, but sometimes just looking at the baby, you choose a name that fits.
How exciting!! For us, the names just sort of fell into place. With our first, the boy name was different up until a week before he was born. Sometimes you have to meet the baby to know as well.
That being said, not consulting anyone is good. We didn't, because, of course, everyone has opinions, and don't hesitate to share them. This way, they don't ever get the chance!
Good luck!!
I've been mentally picking names for my future children since I was a little girl. Like you, there are certain names that I won't even consider because I once disliked someone who had that name. Funny how that association remains so strong sometimes!
If we were to have anymore kids (and we aren't) I would name a boy Hamish.