on names and blogging

Two thoughts totally unrelated to the fact that I'm 40 weeks + 4 days pregnant. I don't want to talk about that right now. As Dr. Suess so eloquently said "Ask me tomorrow but not today."

1) On choosing a name for our bean. I was reading Susie's blog and she was talking about names. In short, she's 19 weeks pregnant and they're back to the drawing board because her husband shot down the names she had in mind.

We didn't have this problem. In fact, choosing a name for this little bean seemed like the easiest thing in the world. It just came naturally. Actually, as long as we've been together we've tossed around names, especially for boys. I remember one of the first ones we ever discussed was Alex, or Alexander. It was established very early that the middle name would be Joseph, after Darrell's wonderful uncle Joe. Honestly, I suppose I shot down more names than Darrell did. I couldn't have anything beginning with H or ending in ER. And I like things to sound a certain way. Going into the pregnancy, Cameron was our top choice for a boy or a girl, but it was relatively quickly that it ended up on the girls list and was off the boys. I don't know why, but I know we both felt the same about it.
And one day, I can't even remember when or who, one of us mentioned the name Ethan. It shot to the top of the list, and while we still tossed other names into the hat frequently, on the day of the ultrasound Ethan was 'the name.' It was as a simple as me asking "so is that what we're going with?" and Darrell saying "don't you think so?" I did. So that was that. It actually bothers me that I have no idea where the name originated or how we became so attached to it. It was just there one day and has been ever since.

I don't know, maybe I've written about the name choosing process before but I just felt like reiterating how simple it really was.

2) Darrell. I think Darrell should be allowed (*ahem*forced*ahem*) to post here once in a while. Like a guest poster. Or regular. Or whatever. I don't know why it's just occured to me. But this is his story too. So why not?

I haven't even mentioned it to him. It's just on my mind so I thought I would bring it up.

Now, off to NOT think about whether that twinge I feel is a contraction or double-check the Guiness book of world records to confirm that no one has been pregnant forever. I think I'll go home and see if I can talk myself into doing some nesting type activities in between writing a discussion post for school. Darrell would appreciate it, no?