At my last doctor’s appointment, the nurse gave me all of the paperwork for the hospital. It’s strange to look through the booklet, with its advice about choosing a pediatrician and taking parenting classes. The information seems so presumptuous because I no longer see pregnancy as something that is directly connected to bringing home a baby.
Even more presumptuous is the form tucked inside for the birth certificate. I will be waiting until after I have the baby to fill that out, thank you very much. Not that I could fill it out now anyway. That would require a name.
Ah, the old Muthler name debate — we’ve been here before.* (Yup, that’s right, there’s a footnote at the end of this post.) The name choice seems to become more difficult with each child. Partly, this is because we know so many more children now. Many names have been used. Obviously we can repeat, but then we have to consider degrees of separation. We don’t want to use the same name that our closest friends used.
Greg has become increasingly involved with the process. With Eleanor, I walked around calling her Molly for about six months, had a sudden change of heart, and picked Eleanor with nary a protest from Greg. There was much more discussion with Genevieve. And this time, I can’t even explain. Our debate may have something to do with the fact that this is the only aspect of this pregnancy that we want to discuss.
Also, my husband is crazy. Maybe I shouldn’t say that after penning that nice anniversary tribute last week. We both like names with a lot of history. I just tend to put more emphasis on how the name will work in the real world. Can people pronounce it? Does it have a cool nickname? Greg tends to put the emphasis on whether the name belonged to a great character in a classic tome that the majority of the population has not read.
I will say that I like some of Greg’s names far better than those chosen by much of the population. (But not THAT ONE, Greg. You know the one.) I don’t understand why Kennedy is so popular while Cordelia is not. But I have to consider the world we actually live in rather than the 1800s British world (where our children would fit in perfectly).
Anyway, I’m sure when we arrive at a choice, you will know who had the greater pull. Oh, and Eleanor’s choice, regardless of gender, is Peter Pan.
* You’ve probably noticed that I haven’t made a big gender announcement here, and I don’t plan to. I suppose it’s some sort of statement about how the gender really doesn’t matter. Also, we don’t want a fuss, and people love to make a fuss about that sort of thing.