Note: Please note that the Hubby is notorious for being indecisive and a perfectionist to boot. And so his lack of name suggestions so far is not so much of not caring but of being cautious. Pretty much expected from a guy who didn’t talk until he was 2 years old because he wanted to make sure he said the word perfectly… which was “sunavabitch.” 🙂
I’ll be having a deep-scan ultrasound this Thursday, mostly as a follow-up for some bloodwork I had done last month to check for birth defects. This time, a prenatal specialist will check for physical signs of either A-Ok, or… not.
But, on a side note, hopefully at that time, I’ll also find out if Tadpole is a girl or a boy.
And I’m struggling with names. Not so much girl names, but boy names. I have guy friends who all share the same names and most likely will give part of their names to their future sons. I don’t want a boy name that will either 1) make him be one of five boys in the same classroom (like James or John), or 2) will royally get him beat up on at school (like Stacey — I knew a Stacey. He got royally beat up at school).
It’s tough. I don’t have a specific “must-have” but some “Ehhh… nahhhh” like anything ending in “-bert” or beginning with “Ed-“. My father suggested Joseph. A friend suggested Samuel. A co-worker commented, “How Biblical.” Wheee. I have a nephews named Vincent, Joshua, and Jonathon. Male names in the family are Frederico, Danilo, Ruben, Delfin, Virgilio, Eric, Alan, and Erico. Male names in the Hubby’s family are Thomas, Michael Timothy, and Nathanial Scott. The rest are kind of odd and may get any kid beat up at school (like Artemis or Dudley). And some guy names I won’t even entertain because they’re names of ex’s (like Todd or Matthew).
I dunno. And the Hubby so far has expressed no suggestion. Of course, Tadpole could be a girl, of which I’ve already picked a name (of which the Hubby had expressed no suggestion of his own, although he commented to my girl name with “How Greek.”)
I believe that names are important because it shapes the person. The name I have — an oddly unisex, vaguely Spanish-sounding thing — isn’t my original name. And I’m pretty sure that I would’ve turned out a bit different if I had stayed with that original, Chinese name (Wang Su-Fong).
I dunno. I guess I’ll wait and see.