What's in a name? Well quite a lot actually if you're an expectant Muma, about to give life to a new human, and a whole new identity!
But more to the point: What the actual fuck am I going to call them?!
If I'm being completely honest a name influences my opinion of a person before I have even met them. It gives me a clue as to their nationality or heritage, if they are a bit posh or a bit not, and sometimes even their age. I know you shouldn't have preconceived ideas based solely on a person’s name, but I just can’t help it!
HOLY CRAP. I think I threw the 5 different baby names books into a charity box. (5 may seem excessive but that only further demonstrates the responsibility I felt at choosing a name!)
"How about Kate?"
"Amelia?" (hopefully, I loved this one)
"Daphaney?" (Id got him - surely this was a newy, who cares if I didn't even like it!)
And then Dan would begin:
"Never. School: terrible experience with a Jessica!"
“Perfect, If I was about to give birth to a pensioner”
Two terrifyingly brilliantly crazy years passed, and you guessed it: back to square one!
"HOW CAN WE EVER MATCH DARCIE?!" - The mantra for the next 7 months.
…Until you bloody have one.
There we were feeling all smug at the originality of our name choices. How our babies could be individuals, maybe even a bit quirky with the names we had carefully – no not a strong enough word, MATICULOUSLY selected.
Well really, come on - what's in a name?!