When Trey and I were pregnant with our first child, we determined not to share our names with anyone until after the baby was born. Our philosophy was, no matter how beautiful and perfect we thought the name was, if we shared it before the child was born, someone would put the kibosh on it.
"Oh, my brother had a friend named (*insert favorite name*), and he's in prison for murder."
"I dated a girl named (**)in college." Total slut."
"I was totally bullied by a kid named (**) in the 4th grade. The therapy should only last a couple more years."
or my favorite and one that we still hear regularly from our pediatrician about our fourth child's name.
"Love it! That's my dog's name. I know where you can get some great personalized bowls."
We decided it was better to just walk out of the delivery room holding that precious little newborn who's breath smells like sugar and say, we're calling her (________)! All anyone can do is ooh and ahh and say how beautiful she is despite her old fashioned and possibly awkward name.
We were staunch about this. Staunch. Until now. We needed help and you answered the call. Thank you, friends! Your input was incredibly helpful! I loved your ideas about the dog's name! The ideas about the Diet Coke, not as much.
There was one name that I loved the moment I read it. I knew it was perfect and, although it took some convincing for the rest of my family, we now have a name for our beautiful new dog.
Thank you waitingonyou2 for the winning name.
Introducing Fern. Isn't she great?
Please don't comment and tell me it's the worst name ever because you knew a girl named Fern in junior high who ate glue and smelled like socks. It's her name and we love her.
We woke up this morning to another little surprise.
Fern's in heat.
Now whatcha got?