The husband is feeling a bit under the weather today, and in the interest of solidarity, I have bravely decided to lounge around in bed with him while he watches movies and occasionally whimpers about how no one on this great earth has ever had a stuffier nose than he does right now. Speaking of that wonderful guy, a lethal combinations of genetics, a stressful job, and a life long attendance at the School of Hard Knocks, that handsome dude of mine is waging a war between his forehead and his hairline. His forehead is currently involved in a hostile takeover bid for all cranium space, and his hairline seems to be powerless to the takeover. This makes him quite sad, so in order to be sensitive and kind, I have decided to order these post-it notes for him to make him feel better:
|Cary does not find these as funny as I do... An indication of a medical diagnosis of a broken funny bone.|
You guys, I lasted as long as I could. But it's time to talk about life as the most interesting gestating person to ever live. Sure I'm only baking 1 child, who so far appears to be remarkably average, but I still maintain that everyone should be completely fascinated by every little thing my adorable pregnant mouth has to say. Or rather, my adorable pregnant fingers have to type. I'm joking of course, but I think every pregnant woman does feel a bit this way. WHY isn't everyone as fascinated with my baby's fingerprints as I am??
|Look at his little arm... Just the cutest little arm I ever did see.|
|Hey little man... We sure are glad you stuck around.|
|This is the position from which he absolutely would not budge. Can you believe there is a little person inside of me??|
|Hopefully the only photo of our son's wiener that will ever be on the internet.|
Let's just tell it how it is. If genetics are any indication, our kiddo will be on the short side, very white and freckly, bad at sports, have an affinity for being a know-it-all, and all around just pretty nerdy. You just can not in good conscience name your child Kenneth or Randall (actual names Cary has suggested), knowing what they are up against. That is a child that will spend a lot of time being held up by their underwear by bullies. It is our responsibility as parents to give this poor kid a name that will hopefully minimize the number of swirlies he is given during his lifetime.
You can not name a child with these genes Stanley. It's just mean.
We have a list of names that neither of us hates, but so far nothing that I actually love. Cary is quite particular when it comes to naming babies. All names of any boy I have ever even thought about dating are out. If he has ever met a person with that name that he didn't like, it's out. If it's too trendy or sounds girly (ironic coming from a guy named Cary...) it's out. While I am not nearly as picky as he is, I don't really like extremely common names and I don't like names that don't fit for their whole life. I mean, can you picture a little tiny baby named Walter? It just doesn't work unless he is born as a 70 year old man. Boy, this is heading down a strange path. The point is, naming babies is hard. Please give me all of your best boy names, and also permission to reject them all if I feel like it.
In a week, I will be 20 weeks, so I will do a proper update with a belly picture and that fun little questionnaire that I've been doing. Try to contain your excitement until then. For now I am off to kick my husband's cute fanny at Mario Kart. Princess Peach 4 Lyfe.
P.S. I'm serious about name suggestions. Lemme have 'em.