Choosing what you’re going to name a child is every parents right. It is a discussion that shouldn’t involve the outside world. And frankly, when it comes right down to it. I still believe it is the mother who has the final choice. Yes, my husband knows this. I am nice enough to include him and if he really does hate something we move on. I usually come up with a list that I like and bounce them off him. We have chosen our girl name.
Since we have chosen our girl name, I’m just going to say it. I DON’T CARE IF YOU LIKE IT OR NOT. Are you going to be pushing this potentially 10 lb child (Parker was 10.3, they say they only get bigger) out of your vagina? No? Have you spent what will be 9 months sick as hell? Dealing with the aches and pains, the not-sleeping, the heartburn that makes your eyes boil, the cramps, the weight, the waddling, the restrictions, the inability to breath because your lungs are being squished, the gas, the cravings, the nausea, the bloat, I could go on. No, you’re not. So, I don’t care that you know someone who did this, that or the other which therefore tainted the name forever. You don’t get a say.
Also, I’m choosing a name because I like that name. Not because I can use ____ as nickname. After I chose Parker, everyone asked what are you going to call him for a nickname? Um, if I wanted a nickname, I just use that. Nicknames, in my opinion come after a baby is here. Or from someones friends. Parker’s nickname is P. Why, because when texting, it is a lot easier to type P. Simple as that, and it stuck.
I am happy to share my baby name with people. I have no problems with that. I don’t know where people get the idea that it is okay or socially acceptable to criticise what parents have chosen to name their child. How is it that you think your opinion matters more than the parents? If you don’t like it, keep it to yourself and I promise a few months after the baby is here you will have no idea why you hated that name in the first place.
We find out on Tuesday if it is a boy or a girl. I have said from the beginning that I KNOW this is a girl. Just how I KNEW Parker was a boy. If I’m wrong oh, well. I guess I’ll have a lot less shopping to do. But to me, and really all of our family and friends think it is a girl. I, very out of character, even bought a her a take-me-home outfit. I couldn’t resist. It is the girl version of what I brought Parker home in. I figured if I really am wrong, it is really easy to return it.
If baby is a girl, we have chosen:
*I, of course, reserve the right to change my mind all the way up to squishing this baby out. Just sayin’.