Less than two months to go until the estimated arrival date for baby boy 3. Given my record of holding babies hostage in my uterus, I’m fully expecting it to be a week or two beyond that. But, even with the ‘extra time’ I’m finding it a little stressful that we haven’t fully resolved the name issue. And by ‘fully’ I mean our positions haven’t changed since I last posted on the matter. So, seeing as we haven’t arrived at any other acceptable alternatives, I’ve decided to name this one ‘goodness’ or, at least, ‘tranquility’ in hopes that it would be a self fulfilling prophesy. I don’t think this family can handle a 5th strong personality.
According to babycenter, Mr. Tranquil Goodness weighs over 3 lbs and is 16 inches long. Which already feels pretty big, frankly. And he’s only going to get (a lot) bigger. This time around, when I hit the 30 week mark, I wept silently that the end wasn’t really in sight. Two months to go – that’s a long time. That much I’ve learned from pregnancies 1 and 2.
I vividly recall being at a doctor’s appointment when I was pregnant with my oldest. ‘I only have 9 weeks to go,’ I breezily informed the grumpy physician. ‘That’s still a long time,’ he replied. And he was right. Especially when it turned out to be nearly 11 more weeks before the esteemed Mr. G graced us with his presence.
In an attempt to make up for some pregnant partner deficiencies, Jason has tried to be proactive on the name matter this week.
I mean, I wasn’t necessarily offended when he inferred I was 36 weeks along. Instead of 31. I know he knows when the baby’s due. It’s just that I figured by the 3rd time around he’d actually know the number of weeks in a typical pregnancy. And he still doesn’t.
And then he got an email from a soon to be first-time dad. Who spent a couple of sentences talking about all the nice things he was doing for his wife. I can’t recall exactly, but I’m pretty sure there were massages and ice/heat packs and foot rubs and a few other things. I guess the fact that none of those things is happening chez Johnson makes me low maintenance. Or.
So in an effort to rise to the occasion Jason’s taken it upon himself to resolve the name issue. ‘Let’s get this name thing figured out,’ he announced on Sunday night. He asked if my feelings towards our ‘back-up’ name had changed. They hadn’t. Not discernibly. ‘What about Randy, or Lance’ he suggested. This would be why our name discussions go nowhere. No offense to Randy Quaid or Lance Armstrong, but those just aren’t names that speak to me. And that’s putting it very nicely.
We turned to the name bible, and decided to utilize its randomized name generator tool. Perhaps not surprisingly, we didn’t fall in love with the likes of Dubrovnik or Havel. Then we searched names by ‘meaning’ using words like ‘goodness, wise, and kind.’ Our pitiful attempt to ensure baby three will be a mellow one. But alas there were no good names on those lists, either.
Periodically I’ll ask my oldest what he would like to name the baby. For a long time he’s been stuck on ‘Mats’, but the other night he came up with a new name: Bennett. When I reminded him that Bennett just so ‘happens’ to be the name of his cousin, he seemed nonplussed. ‘If we say Bennett, how will the babies know which one we’re calling,’ I inquired. ‘Well, we’ll know which one is ours,’ he explained. Duh. ‘Yeah, but they won’t know who we’re talking to,’ I tried to explain. Duh. When that explanation didn’t make the desired impression, I resorted to: ‘Your Auntie will be really mad if we name our baby Bennett too.’ Not to mention it would be kind of pathetic. He didn’t seem to care.
In lieu of other ‘right-sounding’ options, Jason came up with two strategies: name baby three ‘Jason’ and find a new name for himself. (Maybe Angus?) Or, take the Hen’s middle name – which we’ve always been fond of – and bestow it upon baby 3. And then give the Hen a new middle name. Alternatively, he suggested changing a letter in the Hen’s current middle name and giving THAT to boy 3. One boy named Jasper and the other Jesper?
Hand me down clothes is one thing, but hand me down names?