I’m embarrassed to admit this, but we have no ideas for the name of our little babe.
I’ve gone in circles. Finding boy names. Finding girl names. Thinking of suggestions. When I tell my husband a suggested name, he quickly says “no” or, “that sounds too old fashion”. I, personally, like old fashion. I can’t imagine my baby being the 5th Jayden in the classroom (although Jayden was my name of choice 10 years ago) or the 4th Isabella (when I’m not even a fan of those vampire movies). So we go in circles trying to decide. And then I just get frustrated and give up for the day. The thought of going back to deciding exhausts me. Life would be easier if 50% of the options were eliminated, boy vs. girl. That’s what my husband keeps telling me. But time is pressing and I don’t even have a list of “maybes”. And those of you, who know me, know that I am just anxious about this matter.
[Side note: We can’t even name our pets, let alone name a child. Sadly, our cat is named Kitty because Bobby named her that and the little one is Bitty. I came up with her name myself while I was living in Florida. She was such an itty bitty little thing that it just stood out for me. When I was a child our bunny was named buh-fuh, our guinea pig was named guinea and our blue bird was named blue bird. Creative, huh?]
Why can’t I feel that oh-my-gosh-that-is-a-perfect-name-feeling with this babe growing inside me? It’s beginning to frustrate me.
I have the middle name picked out, that part was easy. But to find a name, I’m just puzzled.
I keep asking myself, “What is in a name?” What meaning does it have? What will he/she be nicknamed? What will people, friends, acquaintances call him or her since their last name is Sock?
Will it just come to me?