Urban Meyer
This weekend was delightful. My husband and I got to spend time with our Godchildren. My husband actually carried our Goddaughter when their parents thrust her unexpectedly into his arms. During this long journey, I have never seen my husband hold a child. Whenever we see friends with kids, they immediately give the baby to me for “practice”. Even at the baby classes we have taken, my husband has not held the doll. I think he needs the practice. Seeing him carrying Megan brought a smile to my face. He had no idea what he was doing and yet Meg was perfectly happy crunched awkwardly in his arms as we walked. It was like he was carrying a 2 x 4 horizontally across his chest. I turned around and my husband was pointing out squirrels and churches and talking to Megan. It kinda’ melted my heart and yet it was hot at the same time. I have always known my husband will be a great father. We have been through a lot of things together and he has always impressed me. However, seeing him holding a child, smiling and talking to her was just, in the words of my late mother, darling.
On Sunday, my husband and I went to lunch. It did not occur to me until this morning that we had lunch yesterday at the same restaurant where the miscarriage started. I think that is a good thing that I forgot about that. It gives me confidence in going to my ob’s office today. Hopefully, seeing tons of pregnant women will not bother me either. In other words, I think we are doing fine and ready to start this journey again. Or maybe this good mood is in part to the fact that football season is about to be under way? My toes are painted Scarlet and I am ready to go. OH!
IO! I digress. At lunch yesterday, I told my husband that I would like to go ahead and narrow down baby names. My husband said, “Whoa. You are jumping the gun.” As you all know, we have been waiting nine (9) years to discuss baby names. As a woman, I can remember discussing what to name our children at slumber parties. I want to visualize and name a child. It is like in that movie “The Sweetest Thing” when Cameron Diaz says the name of the boy she likes (Peter) to her friend. Her friend says, “You named the puppy!” I need to name the puppy and not worry about people knowing I want and love the puppy even if things don’t work out. I have to do the opposite (see prior post) and discuss baby names. In order to get my husband on board, I told him that if he doesn’t want to discuss names, the baby would be named Urban Meyer. As a UGA man and active Gator hater, that got his attention. My husband replied, “If you pull that bs, I am renaming the child Bo Schembechler when you take a nap and swaddling him/her in blue and gold.” Ah-hah. I found my husband’s currency to discuss baby names. Everyone hasa currency. My husband’s is college football.
We have three names we like for a boy. My husband vetoed my favorite name of all (no, it was not Tressel). They are standard names – nothing unusual that will make headlines. There will be no Jermajesty, no Moses, no Pilot Inspecktor. If it is a girl, we are in big trouble. My husband only likes three (3) girl names. Although they are all lovely, nothing is screaming at me. Ladies, you know what I am talking about, yes? Nothing has “hit” me when it comes to girl names. I like old school female names. Really old school. I like to think of my daughter’s name when she is a grandmother or Nana. I just cannot imagine a grandmother named something hip and popular. He likes the girl and boy names on the most popular names list. He likes names, in the words of “Christian”, that are vanilla.
Nothing is wrong with vanilla. I like vanilla. Vanilla is very popular. I just don’t want our daughter, for some reason, to be 1 of 15 with the same name in her class.
Back in my day, the most popular girl names were Jennifer, Michelle, Lisa, Kristin, etc. Back in my grandparents’ day, the popular girl names were Mildred, Gertrude, Edna, Dorothy. You never hear those baby names anymore. I would also like to incorporate a bit of meaning into the name. For the boy name, I have expressed the name I want and why. I did not get a grunt or a rolling of the eyes from across the table at lunch, so I think we are making progress. We also have variations on middle names and a few possible other names. When I suggest girl names, I get “That is a stripper’s name” or “Your names are weird. You are killing me.” I read the entire book last night of 10,000 baby names and every single female name I threw out was met with a boisterous veto. My husband is set with the three girl names he likes. Period. Hmmmm. What am I to do? Throw his names plus one into a hat and hope for the best?
So maybe I am jumping the gun, but this is a fun battle. The battle of baby names. It kind of makes me giggle. I am so happy to finally discuss baby names. Do we have a baby yet? No. We have a few battles ahead of us, but I want to remain optimistic. Laughing is healthy and we are having some fun with this. I think that the fun can absolutely be lost in the fertility struggle and maybe it is an imperative part of the process. Is laughter really the best medicine? I guess we will find out…
Until next time, thanks for reading, sharing and commenting. I really appreciate your
support for our journey into having a little Urban Meyer.
Socks (aka xoxo) :)
Originally published Monday, August 27, 2012
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