Five weeks or LESS.

The Cupcake in the oven has a name. Finally! No, I am not going to share it until the BIG delivery day. But what I think is funny and what my post is really about is how much expectation there is on a new mommy. What about having to pick a name that everyone (kind of) likes? Not that I find it necessary to make everyone happy, but sometimes I do care if people, especially family, like the name me and my sweet hubby pick out. There have be countless times when I bounce names off 'people' and they tell me they do not like them. First off, I probably shouldn't have even told them if I'm not willing to take the chance that they won't like it. And second, I get annoyed with myself for actually thinking that maybe I should pick a new name instead of sticking by my guns. Awful isn't it? Better yet is when 'certain' women tell me 'new' names they've heard in hopes of getting me to choose their name! I usually tell them (with a sweet smile) to go have their own child and then they can name it whatever they want... I used to think it didn't matter what my hubby thought about the name-- after all, this child has been riding shotgun on my bladder for nine months, not his, so I'll name it whatever I want! (Oops, I may be getting a little hormonal...) Fortunately, I married a great guy and that can have the wonderful effect of unscrewing some funky misconceptions you have going into a marriage. The truth is: I really care if he likes a name or not. At times, a little give and take is necessary. He has his favorite names and I have mine, but by the time each new baby arrives we're both in agreement on what baby's name will be. I love the names WE have chosen to give them and I can't wait to explain to them one day how Daddy & Mommy arrived at that name through searching, praying and talking about it. I LOVE all my sweetie's names and their meanings (more on this? click here...) that go along with each one.