We are now five weeks from D Day.
Yep, that is soon.
Checklists have been made, rooms have been painted, birthplans have nearly been written (I think, 'No idea, never done it before but would like everyone to be happy and safe' covers it generally). We are so close to being ready.
The one thing we have no clue on? The kid's name.
It started with the ex issue - do we rule out all names of people we used to go out with. I thought yes, knowing full well that Steve's past girlfriends all had vanilla names anyway. Steve said no, reasoning that with my dating history there would be no male names left.
It was a good start I am sure you will agree.
Then we discovered that we liked girls names. We have a girls name. In fact we have 10 girls names. They are easy peasy. But, as you know, this one is boy flavoured and, despite my suggestions, Steve thinks it would be cruel to call a boy a totally female name. Me, I think he would like to be called Primrose.
The problem is that we just don't agree.
I like good names.
Steve likes rubbish ones.
Our evenings are spent firing suggestions at each other:
The poor boy is destined to be called Baby Boy. Which at this point is starting to sound pretty good.
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