Finding a name that we both love has proved to be the biggest challenge of the pregnancy. It's not that we can't find a name we both love...we can't find many names we both don't hate.
Now, hate is a strong word. I don't hate names. I merely have strong aversions to names based on three main reasons:
- I know and dislike a person (real or fictional) with that name.
- It sounds goofy
- My wife really loves it.
We have a book which offers up 50,001 potential names for our child. Since we know we're having a boy, that leaves us roughly 25,000.5 names from which to choose.
We agree on one thing. We'll need to figure out a name soon.
My main test is this: When you say a name, what instrument in the school band to I picture a kid with that name playing? If the answer is "flute" or "clarinet," it is thrown out.
No offense to male flautists or clarinetists.
Everyone has their suggestions.
Parents offer up advice...."We just knew." "You'll know it when you see it." Really? We'll know it when we see it? I just read 25,000 and a half names. And of those, there are about 800 real names, and about 17,000 lame attempts to fill up a book. Page 288: Trampus (American) meaning Talkative.
Really.
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It's not like a name is a big deal. It only lasts for eternity.
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