Some Facebook friends recently welcomed a new baby into their home. Curiously absent from the birth announcement, for the first 48 hours of the little person’s life at least, was the name they had bestowed upon him. From the cryptic status updates it would seem they had no name for him, at least not initially. Whether that means (1) they approached the birth with a ‘name’ that suddenly didn’t fit when the little guy made his appearance, or (2) they’d never had a name and wanted to meet him first….I don’t know.
Either way, I was puzzled and a teensy bit judgmental. They’d had nine months, how could they not have a name for the child?
And then, as usually happens when I have a moment of judgment upon another…I realized the same thing could happen to us. Meaning, at this point, it seems entirely possible that we’ll arrive at the hospital with neither a ‘hospital bag’ or a ‘name’ for boy 3.
With our firstborn, I’d settled on his name when I was in college. Probably before I even knew Jason. So it was a little difficult when Jason announced, after a names discussion, (once we knew we were expecting a child) that he didn’t care for the moniker. Though I was a bit ‘disappointed’, I couldn’t stand the thought of naming our child something only one of us liked, so we moved on. Ironically, settling on two names: the Hen’s current middle name and our previous main contender for B3. Apparently we’re so ‘green‘ lazy, we even recycle our names..
But one day, miraculously, Jason announced that he’d thought about it and decided we should go with my original favorite name. And thus, our firstborn was named. Well before the end of the second trimester. (Of course, the middle name didn’t get finalized until after the birth because Jason just couldn’t decide how he wanted to honor soccer star Thierry Henry…he went with Henry.)
The process was even easier with the Hen. We’d returned to our original list and selected his current middle name. Out of the blue I suggested the name of a childhood acquaintance. Jason latched onto it, and thus he was named. First and middle names chosen before the end of the first trimester.
And then there were three. We reviewed our original lists and preferences and settled on a name we’d considered throughout each pregnancy. Of course, it had never been chosen, which might actually MEAN something. (Like, maybe we didn’t like it as much as we thought???) Jason randomly suggested a middle name, and we were done.
Except we weren’t. The more I thought about it, the less sure I felt. When I said the name aloud, it felt weird in my mouth. I wasn’t sure it ‘fit’ with the other boys’ names. It seemed too ‘out there’ even for our internationally-named crew.
And I began to voice my hesitation aloud. To the man who thought we were ‘done’ with this whole thing. He wasn’t pleased.
So it’s back to square one. And now, since we’re almost at the 100-days-to-go mark, I’ll solicit the input of my faithful readers.
The ‘rules’ are:
1. Needs to be a little unusual, since Johnson is the commonest of surnames.
2. Must be easy to pronounce and spell.
3. And, preferably, no more than 6 letters (and containing an ‘N’ and ‘O’ if at all possible).
4. And it cannot be in the top 400 names of the social security name index. Which means Noah cannot be a contender…cute as it is.