Name My Baby

So the truth is I’m having a really hard time figuring out what to name my baby. Why is it that I’ve been thinking up baby names for my entire life, and now that it’s actually time to pick a keeper, I don’t like a single name? It doesn’t help that Ben has been totally agreeable on all of the names I’ve ever liked until the second it actually started to matter. Now he doesn’t like any of the same names as me.

Back when I used to think it might be fun to have a baby, I could always talk myself out of it by reminding myself that really the only fun things about having a baby are 1) picking out a name, and 2) dressing it in cute clothes. As it turns out, picking out a name isn’t fun at all. And boy clothes are so much less cute than girl clothes, so that won’t be so fun either. What was I thinking?

I’m officially in my third trimester now, and that means I have less than 3 months to pick a name. If I can’t find anything I like better, it will probably be either Christian or Liam. Do you have any suggestions? Here are my criteria:

• 2 syllables
• Not starting with B or D
• Not ending in S
• Not too popular
• Not too weird

Becoming a Grown-Up

Ben is graduating today! I can’t believe this day is finally here. Even though it's super exciting, it makes me kind of nervous. It’s kind of like the first few years of our marriage have been fake, like we were just pretending to be grown-ups, but now it’s real. Plus, Spiz is coming in less than 4 months and that’s going to really turn us into adults. I secretly wish we had more time before we were forced into parenthood, but don’t tell Spiz.

So the first step on the road to adulthood is getting a telephone line in our house. You might think this is not a big deal, but I’m pretty sure it’s one of the top 20 major decisions I’ve had to make in my life. What if I don’t get the best deal? What if the first phone bill comes and it’s loaded with taxes and surcharges that I never planned on? Can you just cancel things like telephone service? I’m kind of nervous about it.

Then we’re going to have to get Internet service at our house, and what if we get a virus on our computer? What if Spiz becomes addicted to porn because I’m too cheap to buy the right filters?

I wonder if I should go to grad school so I can avoid adulthood for a few more years.