Inevitably, the second you announce the gender of your unborn child, people will begin to ask what you are going to name said child. I will say that while I could not keep the gender a secret, we are going to hold out on sharing the name of our baby girl until the day she arrives.
We are doing this for three reasons.
For starters, like assholes, everyone has an opinion on the name. When the baby is but a bump beneath your shirt, people are much more likely to tell you exactly how they feel about the chosen name whether it is nice or not. However, if they are holding your freshly birthed, potato looking newborn, they are more likely to smile and say how adorable the name is. In that moment people know the name is finalized and they feel they shouldn’t hurt your feelings. Instead, they can walk out the door and talk about the name behind your back like a normal person.
Secondly, we do want to leave a bit of a surprise on the day she is born. It means a little something to hold between us as a family till then.
Thirdly, I want to make sure that when I first see her I can look at her and say “Yep, that is certainly your name” or “Crap, that name doesn’t fit you at all!”
I have actually had her first name picked out for a long time. Yep, I’m that person. A random name that I have always loved and thankfully the Husband instantly agreed with it. There is no family ties to the name or anything else, just something we like. While it isn’t overly popular, it isn’t off the wall unusual like so many try to do today.
Her middle name was a whole other matter. What I should be using for a middle name is Marie. It is my middle name and also the name I’m suppose to carry on to my first-born daughter. It is also the middle name of every single person that I went to elementary school with. How boring. Apparently the parents of the 80’s couldn’t get much more creative than Marie, Lynn or Ann. I was torn between sticking with tradition and doing what I wanted. I finally broke down to my Mom one day and asked if her feelings would be hurt if I didn’t follow through with the tradition. It turns out I worried for no reason, she could have really cared less.
There is no family name tradition on my Husbands side, thankfully, that we needed to follow either. I always feared meeting the man of my dreams to find out he is Mr. Wonderful the VIII. I would have to rethink a future with him.
We were left to our own devices. The Husband and I, along with Rebecca, set out on a quest to pick a middle name. My family is strongly Irish and I did really want her to have an Irish middle name so we stuck to those. We ended up with a very strong, old, Irish name that I can bet most people won’t like, but we do and I’m fine with that. It flows, it works, there are no weird initials or strange nicknames and we have said it enough we love it.
Also, we have no back-up names. So if she comes out and it is a moment of “Crap, that name doesn’t work!” we will be back to square one in the hospital. For now, the three of us are trying not to blurt it out on accident. We will see if we can make it 20 more weeks.