Baby Names, Revisited
Now that we’re 100% sure that I’m gestating a Little Man, let’s go back to the name discussion, shall we?
Gerald and I have talked since my name post and came up with this list of possibilities:
Dexter – Dex
Declan
Malcolm – Mal
Oliver – Olly
Samuel – Sam
Xavier
Angus – Gus
Ronan/Rowan
Phineaus – Fin
You’ll notice that my personal favorite, Theodore, is no longer a contender. This is because my husband hates me the name. However, he’s decided that Malcolm isn’t so bad after all, so bonus there. I went through the Baby Name Wizard book and website and came up with a list of names I liked. I then ran them by Gerald and the remaining names are the ones we both agree should be on the list.
So, my faithful and opinionated readers, what say you? Now listen, if you hate our choices like poison, it’s cool to say so. Just don’t go talking shit about our mamas and we’ll be fine. Oh, and don’t forget the rest of the kid’s name will be … Gerald Henderson.
Discuss.
Filed under knocked up | Comments (28)BALLS!
Well, it’s official. There’s a penis in mah belly It’s a boy! And according to the sonogram tech, the weenis is “good sized.” Apparently, when my husband makes a boy, he makes A BOY.
I’m terrified. I have no idea how to work boys. Well, I do, obviously, but not like in a motherly way. Boys are the biggest mystery in the universe! I’ve never understood a single boy in my life! How am I supposed to raise one? Also, I sort of went nuts buying Teh Pink when I was pregnant with Maddie. This means that either our kid will be quite effeminate or tough as hell.
The upside is that I won’t have two teenage daughters at some point. However, now I have to worry about one kid getting knocked up and the other doing the knocking up.
According to measurements, Little Man is due May 31st. I’m still holding out for June 1st or 2nd. I think it’d be neat for him to share a birthday with his dad or my mom.
Filed under knocked up | Comments (26)I really want a pop tart.
Look, Imma be up front and tell you that I got nothin’. I’m posting because it’s been a while and I feel guilty. Feel free to read out of pity or boredom, but if you’re looking for quality writing, might I suggest this or this?
I’ve been sick with strep throat, a cold and a stomach virus for the past week. Being pregnant really limits the drugs I’m allowed to take. Lemme tell you, Tylenol does JACK SHIT against some real pain. I’m finally starting to feel better, but DAYUM! I’m all kinds of crabby. I still haven’t been officially offered the job I was expecting to get, we’re still broke and it’s still Christmas. I’ve been too sick and it’s been too cold for Maddie and I to play outside. We’re stuck in the house together, feeding off each other’s crabbiness until one of us ends up in tears. It’s an effing laugh riot around here.
In the spirit of trying to look on the bright side, Monday is the big gender reveal sonogram! Thanks to all of your comments, Gerald and I have a nice, solid list of boys’ names to choose from should we see a wee little wiener on the screen.
Maddie and I are going to make fancy schmancy chocolate covered pretzels to give as gifts to her MDO teachers and our family members. She’s also made some Christmas ornaments for everyone, so that ought to go over well. We don’t have a lot of money to spend this year, but we’re giving our time and our love and isn’t that what Christmas is really about? Look at me, all Linus in the Charlie Brown Christmas special.
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I’m getting a very strong “boy” vibe with this pregnancy. When I was pregnant with Maddie, I consistently referred to the baby as “she” even before we knew she was a girl. This time, I’m calling the baby “he,” even when I’m thinking to myself. Of course, I could be way off base but I think we ought to concentrate on boy’s names this go ’round.
(Just for the record, we have a girl’s name picked out already. Since Maddie’s named after our mothers, the second girl will be named after our grandmothers.)
Here’s the criteria for a boy’s name:
Our hypothetical last name is Henderson
The middle name must be Gerald. (Henderson family tradition dictates that the son’s middle name is the father’s first name.)
I’d like it to have a nickname like Madeleine does. We may not use it, but it’s nice to have the option.
Here are some names that I like:
Beckett (Beck)
Cooper (Coop)
Mason
Lucas (Luke)
Malcolm (Mal)
Nathaniel (Nate)
Samuel (Sam)
Theodore (Theo)
Gerald doesn’t like Beckett or Malcolm. He’s ok with Cooper. I haven’t asked him about the rest.
What other names should we consider? What do you like on my list? What do you hate?
Filed under knocked up, O: SP | Comments (23)Moral Dilemma
I can’t remember if I told you, but Gerald and I have decided that I should go back to work full-time until the baby arrives. We’ve got some debt that we’d like to take care of and we’d like to fluff up our savings. You can never have too much money when there’s a new baby, right? Anyhow, this leads me to my Moral Dilemma.
I have an interview tomorrow for a position that seems ideally suited to my skills and I hope to be offered the position. But, let’s be honest, they wouldn’t be thrilled to learn that I’m 10 weeks pregnant and planning on only working for the next seven months. So, when am I supposed to tell them that I’m pregnant? My thinking is that it’s early enough that I don’t need to tell them before I’m offered the job (or any job, for that matter). I can legitimately wait until the second trimester to say anything because there are a lot of women who choose to do that, right? Or, should I tell them when I’m offered the position? They can’t legally withdrawal the offer based on my pregnancy, so that might be the ideal time. I don’t want to deliberately mislead a new employer, but let’s face it, I’m going to have to. At this point my pregnancy is a liability to me getting hired, and I really need to be hired.
Can any of you offer some advice?
Filed under daily, knocked up | Comments (22)Weapons of Mass Reproduction
I have a fantastic idea for the U.S. Government: Give every soldier estrogen supplements. Lots of estrogen.
Wait, hear me out. Think about the things estrogen makes us do. First, there’s PMS. Tell me that wouldn’t turn soldiers into the ultimate fighting machine. They’d be all broken-out and pissed already and all we’d have to do is tell them the opposing side said something about how they looked fat in their camo. BAM! Instant super-soldiers!
And if we kept giving them estrogen, they’d start doing crazy shit. Like suicide bombers! But not really. Estrogen made me think getting pregnant again was a FABULOUS idea and completely blocked the part of my brain that knows how much I HATE being pregnant. It blocked all the bad memories of my last pregnancy and made me remember happy shit that NEVER happened. Who needs religious fervor when you’ve got hormones?
Of course, there’s also the possibility that the soldiers would get all weepy at inconvenient times. It might be slightly awkward if a soldier got all blubbery in the middle of hostage negotiations. Then again, it could totally work to our advantage. If the other side is made up of normal men, then they’d be all weirded out by the crying and do whatever they had to to make it stop. They’d be promising all kinds of shit without realizing it and when our soldiers finally stopped crying the other side would be all “Fuck! Why’d we promise that? GAH! Now we have to release the hostages AND buy them new shoes. We’re idiots!”
U.S. Government, feel free to email me if you want more details about my plan. I’m willing to let you have it and take all the credit because I’m a patriotic citizen. Also, I’m hoping to get some free stuff out of it.
Filed under knocked up, where do I come up with this stuff? | Comments (6)One Number Two
I saw my OB this morning and a sonogram confirmed that I am pregnant with just ONE baby. Hallelujah and Amen!
I’m measuring 7w 4d which gives us a due date of 6/3. Everything looks great. Heartbeat was 151 and I got to bring home some unidentifiable pictures for Maddie. She’s so excited to be a big sister. She talks to and hugs the baby in my tummy and constantly reminds me that she’s “going to be the best big sister EVER!” Also, there’s apparently a slide and some balls in my tummy for the baby to play with.
I get to see little Number Two again on 11/16 for the Nuchal Translucency test. Nuchal schmuchal; I’m only doing it for the extra sonogram. I can’t wait to see the little bean moving all around.
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