Naming a baby just seems crazy to me. I know I will come around to it, because I have to. It's also exciting and fun, of course...but daunting. Looking to lose a few hours? Go here. You can track the popularity of ANY name for the last hundred years or so. We want a name that's not popular but not too obscure. We have a front runner. It hit its peak in 1907 when it cracked the top 100.
What does Jason think about all this? Well, this is how he's weighed in on the list of names we made a googledoc of:
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Like I said: We have a front-runner.
Monday, July 25, 2011
Friday, July 22, 2011
In Case You Missed It --
I can't imagine anyone reads this who ISN'T already facebook friends with Jason and me (and if you aren't, you should be, as that is updated much more frequently), but, in case you missed it, we found out last night that we're having a GIRL!
Jason's thought all along that it's a boy. I did at first, and then I took this very laissez faire attitude, you know, it could be either; I was getting feelings both ways, none of them particularly strong. Well, it became clear that, unknown to myself, I too had been thinking of little Delano as a boy, because last night, this happened:
Ultrasound tech: This is the butt...and...are you ready?
Us, in unison: Yes!
UT: It's a girl!
Us, in unison: REALLY??
To be honest, it was surprisingly surprising. And then I realized that all the names I'd been thinking about were boy names, and all the clothes I'd been thinking about were boy clothes. It felt exciting and insane that very suddenly we were going to have a daughter. Truth be told, our preliminary girl name list is MUCH longer (and, quite honestly, better). And -- I'm saying it for the first time of many, I'm sure, right now -- as long as I can steer people away from too much pink and silly pattern and over-ruffled and wordy (that's right, please don't buy the baby "Daddy's little rocker!" onesies; I find it somehow weird to put words on a baby), I think dressing a girl will be fun. (I've been doing it my own whole life, and throughout the lives of my many beloved nieces.)
This morning, I woke up, and I can quite honestly say I've never been so excited about anything in my life. And those of you who know me KNOW that I'm excited, like, A LOT. I started thinking about raising a kick-ass girl, and -- I will later shake my head at having said this, I'm sure -- but I feel like I can do that! And I started thinking of all the girls/women I know who are the oldest in the family (I'm the youngest, and my brother the oldest), and they are ALL kick-ass! Furthermore: The nieces are pleased that it will be another girl joining them at the Niece Sleepovers, my mom and I are excited about adding a fourth generation to our lady-Oscar-Night tradition, all the Sumerton women I know are pretty incredible, and I have heard that girls are the ones who take care of you when you're old (and as we have yet to start a 401K, that will be helpful).
So! Pictures! Here she is:
She has eye sockets, and a spine, and kidneys and stuff! Her legs are flipped over her head, like a little yogi (which seems fitting, as both of her parents have been going to yoga weekly since before she was conceived). Her mouth moves (we saw it!).
More soon! Thanks, by the way, for all the love, you guys. It has felt really great to have so many people so happy for us. We're pretty sure we have the best, most supportive friends in the world (you know how I love a superlative -- especially when I really mean it!).
Jason's thought all along that it's a boy. I did at first, and then I took this very laissez faire attitude, you know, it could be either; I was getting feelings both ways, none of them particularly strong. Well, it became clear that, unknown to myself, I too had been thinking of little Delano as a boy, because last night, this happened:
Ultrasound tech: This is the butt...and...are you ready?
Us, in unison: Yes!
UT: It's a girl!
Us, in unison: REALLY??
To be honest, it was surprisingly surprising. And then I realized that all the names I'd been thinking about were boy names, and all the clothes I'd been thinking about were boy clothes. It felt exciting and insane that very suddenly we were going to have a daughter. Truth be told, our preliminary girl name list is MUCH longer (and, quite honestly, better). And -- I'm saying it for the first time of many, I'm sure, right now -- as long as I can steer people away from too much pink and silly pattern and over-ruffled and wordy (that's right, please don't buy the baby "Daddy's little rocker!" onesies; I find it somehow weird to put words on a baby), I think dressing a girl will be fun. (I've been doing it my own whole life, and throughout the lives of my many beloved nieces.)
This morning, I woke up, and I can quite honestly say I've never been so excited about anything in my life. And those of you who know me KNOW that I'm excited, like, A LOT. I started thinking about raising a kick-ass girl, and -- I will later shake my head at having said this, I'm sure -- but I feel like I can do that! And I started thinking of all the girls/women I know who are the oldest in the family (I'm the youngest, and my brother the oldest), and they are ALL kick-ass! Furthermore: The nieces are pleased that it will be another girl joining them at the Niece Sleepovers, my mom and I are excited about adding a fourth generation to our lady-Oscar-Night tradition, all the Sumerton women I know are pretty incredible, and I have heard that girls are the ones who take care of you when you're old (and as we have yet to start a 401K, that will be helpful).
So! Pictures! Here she is:
She has eye sockets, and a spine, and kidneys and stuff! Her legs are flipped over her head, like a little yogi (which seems fitting, as both of her parents have been going to yoga weekly since before she was conceived). Her mouth moves (we saw it!).
More soon! Thanks, by the way, for all the love, you guys. It has felt really great to have so many people so happy for us. We're pretty sure we have the best, most supportive friends in the world (you know how I love a superlative -- especially when I really mean it!).
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Sex Day! & Go Ahead and Touch It!
Friends, tomorrow we find out the sex of our baby. Today, at 19 weeks, it* is six inches long from head to rump. Jason and I have decided that, whichever way it goes tomorrow, we are going to feel really, super excited and a tiny, little bit disappointed.
At any rate, this is your LAST CHANCE to say what type of baby is growing inside me. You have fifty-fifty odds, which, all things considered, is not too bad. I've had a lot of people seem pretty certain that they know. For example, Chrissy D put her hands on my belly the day before her birthday and said, "Girl. It's a girl." She could not have said it more emphatically. She said it as though she were the ultrasound technician and she was delivering the news. This has happened on multiple occasions with multiple people. I find it funny and charming.
You know what else? I LIKE when people touch my belly, so go ahead and do it! I know this is supposed to be a preggo-no-no, but I enjoy it. And I'll tell you why. Because it feels so WEIRD. It feels so...FIRM. It seems like it should be mushy or something, but it's just this big, firm belly. And -- you guys -- there is a human baby growing in there!
Or is there? Take our poll, just for fun! Everyone likes a poll, right? (And yes, you can pick a gender AND say it's a robot.) Until tomorrow, I bid you leave. I have to get back to eating every piece of food placed within a fifty-foot radius of me. (It tries to be sneaky and hide, but I can sniff it out.)
* Hooray! This is the last time I'll have to refer to poor little Delano as "it."
At any rate, this is your LAST CHANCE to say what type of baby is growing inside me. You have fifty-fifty odds, which, all things considered, is not too bad. I've had a lot of people seem pretty certain that they know. For example, Chrissy D put her hands on my belly the day before her birthday and said, "Girl. It's a girl." She could not have said it more emphatically. She said it as though she were the ultrasound technician and she was delivering the news. This has happened on multiple occasions with multiple people. I find it funny and charming.
You know what else? I LIKE when people touch my belly, so go ahead and do it! I know this is supposed to be a preggo-no-no, but I enjoy it. And I'll tell you why. Because it feels so WEIRD. It feels so...FIRM. It seems like it should be mushy or something, but it's just this big, firm belly. And -- you guys -- there is a human baby growing in there!
Or is there? Take our poll, just for fun! Everyone likes a poll, right? (And yes, you can pick a gender AND say it's a robot.) Until tomorrow, I bid you leave. I have to get back to eating every piece of food placed within a fifty-foot radius of me. (It tries to be sneaky and hide, but I can sniff it out.)
* Hooray! This is the last time I'll have to refer to poor little Delano as "it."
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