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Name Game
Posted Apr 09 2009 7:15pm
When Patrick and I were planning our wedding, one of the things we had to do before we could marry in our church was attend 3 pre-marital counseling sessions. Largely, this was kind of a joke, as our counselor only worked two days a week between 11 am and 2:30pm and, being one medical student and one pre-medical student, we couldn't usually make those times. We fulfilled the requirement, but each of our sessions were months apart. We never remembered our assignments and giggled throughout the whole process.
One thing I do remember about it though is the issue of having kids. I didn't want kids and Patrick did. It was kind of a huge issue at the time, as I was sure I would never want kids and Patrick knew that he would. We decided to get married anyway, thinking that maybe I would change my mind.
I think that a better topic is not "Have you talked about kids?" but "Have you compared taste in names for your potential kids?" My dear Internet, this has become a PROBLEM in my house. I like very classic, traditional names, ones that are timeless and are difficult to make fun of. Patrick, apparently, wants his child to be beaten silly in the third grade. Let me provide for you a brief list:
My ideas: William (after my grandfather) David (after my father, Patrick's father's middle name, Patrick's uncle... it's popular) Cary (this is actually my study group's idea, but I like it)
Patrick's ideas: Wilbur (and he didn't know what I was talking about when I said, "Like the pig?") Otis Benedict (and he thinks the kid could drop our last name and go as a One Name Show) Oscar (as if I'm not grouchy enough for all of us)
As you can see, I was fully within my right as an almost-mom to revoke Patrick's right to have any say in naming the kid.
21 weeks and I already feel like my belly is going to burst open at any moment. Today I dropped a bit of lunch and it landed on my belly instead of my chest. That was a new one.
(I know the picture is terrible. I was in kind of a rush and it was dark out. And there were cupcakes in the kitchen.)
When Patrick and I were planning our wedding, one of the things we had to do before we could marry in our church was attend 3 pre-marital counseling sessions. Largely, this was kind of a joke, as our counselor only worked two days a week between 11 am and 2:30pm and, being one medical student and one pre-medical student, we couldn't usually make those times. We fulfilled the requirement, but each of our sessions were months apart. We never remembered our assignments and giggled throughout the whole process.
One thing I do remember about it though is the issue of having kids. I didn't want kids and Patrick did. It was kind of a huge issue at the time, as I was sure I would never want kids and Patrick knew that he would. We decided to get married anyway, thinking that maybe I would change my mind.
I think that a better topic is not "Have you talked about kids?" but "Have you compared taste in names for your potential kids?" My dear Internet, this has become a PROBLEM in my house. I like very classic, traditional names, ones that are timeless and are difficult to make fun of. Patrick, apparently, wants his child to be beaten silly in the third grade. Let me provide for you a brief list:
My ideas:
William (after my grandfather)
David (after my father, Patrick's father's middle name, Patrick's uncle... it's popular)
Cary (this is actually my study group's idea, but I like it)
Patrick's ideas:
Wilbur (and he didn't know what I was talking about when I said, "Like the pig?")
Otis
Benedict (and he thinks the kid could drop our last name and go as a One Name Show)
Oscar (as if I'm not grouchy enough for all of us)
As you can see, I was fully within my right as an almost-mom to revoke Patrick's right to have any say in naming the kid.
21 weeks and I already feel like my belly is going to burst open at any moment. Today I dropped a bit of lunch and it landed on my belly instead of my chest. That was a new one.
(I know the picture is terrible. I was in kind of a rush and it was dark out. And there were cupcakes in the kitchen.)