I said I would post a picture at 35 weeks. So, fine. Here it is.
Let us never speak of it again.
Thirty-nine weeks. THIRTY-NINE WEEKS! Sweet valley high. Does that mean I can have this baby next week? My midwife says no.
I was thinking on the drive home about a short story that I read in high school about Rhinoceroses. People kept turning into rhinos. That’s about all I remember from the story, except that it was funny and I enjoyed it. As I was driving, I wondered if I am going to give birth to a baby rhinoceros.
You never know. It could happen.
I am 33 weeks and I still am not 100% sure what we will name this baby girl. Have I mentioned what a freak I am when it comes to names?
Here are my name requirements:
1. Classic, recognizable name.
2. No made up spellings.
3. Not on the Top 100 list from the previous year.
4. Gender specific.
5. I pretty much can’t have ever known anyone with the name.
So, that narrows it down to like… Myrtle and Brunhilda, and I’m not too crazy about those. Here’s my problem, all the names on our list from previous babies have shot way up in popularity.
The Boy would have been named Ava if he had been a girl. Did you know that back in 2001 Ava wasn’t popular? And now it’s been in the Top 10 for like, 5 years.
Jane was almost Amelia. Isn’t that a lovely, feminine name? I got worried about it becoming too popular, though. It was moving up the list quickly. And I was right to worry because last year it was #44. Boo. Wouldn’t it be sweet to have a little Amelia and call her Millie? So sweet. I can’t do it.
Kitty was almost Henry. Ha. Except she was missing the appropriate private parts to go along with that name. But, Henry has also shot up in popularity. It is now #61, not that is matters because we are not naming this girl Henry. Why do millions of people keep stealing my names? I shake my fist at all of you with similarly good taste in classic names!!!!
And then I have the conflict of deciding if I will be the one to kill a 3 generation family tradition. My grandma is named Mary. My mom is named Mary. I am named Mary. I’ll tell you right now that I hated having two Marys in the house, because you become either Big Mary or Little Mary. I’ll pass on being Big Mary, thank you very much. But, I wonder if there isn’t a variation of Mary that would work? So that we each have our own name, but I didn’t kill the Mary line?? Molly is cute, yes… even as a Mormon I still like it. Molly is #73. ARGH! But really, how important is the Mary line? I don’t know.
So. Anyway. I have a name that I think might work. I’ve never known anyone with it (that pronounced it right, at any rate). It is sweet and feminine. It will also never be spelled correctly, I’m pretty sure. It is not even in the top 1000 names right now, which makes me glad. But, every now and then I question if it is the right name. Is it the right name?? I DON’T KNOW!!!
I’m not going to tell you the name anyway, so why am I stringing you all along? Her blog name is Lydia. That’s all that matters here. It’s hard though, naming kids. I want it to be uncommon so that when someone yells their name on the playground, twenty other Jennifers don’t also turn around. But, I don’t want it to be weird.
You know how a weird name on a popular kid becomes cool, but a weird name on a nerdy kid makes them more nerdy? I don’t want to curse her with a name that will make it more likely for her get thrown into dumpsters.
Kitty wants to name her Zhu Zhu Pet.
The picture request went like this:
Me: Kids! Come stand here really quick for a picture.
Me: Good grief, it will take ten seconds! Just stand here and smile.
Me: Click. Perfect. Get in the car.
It just occurred to me that I am still no good at getting a good picture of four kids (mostly because of my own laziness and lack of planning), and in 2 months I will add one more to the mix.
It also occurred to me in Sacrament Meeting while Kitty was kicking Jane, Jane was understandably annoyed, Lizzy was complaining of a headache, and our bench looked like a war zone between the armies of Cheerios and Broken Crayons (the Cheerios won, I believe) that the only thing to make my Sacrament experience more rewarding was if I could add a hungry newborn to my worship.
Eight more weeks. Hold me.