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What's in a name? Not much, I hope, because I can't think of a name for this post

A co-worker of mine has one of those names where his first name is a nickname of his last name. Vic Victor, for example, although that's not exactly it. Dave Davidson. Tom Thompson. Ben Benson. Every time I hear a name like this, I wonder about the thought process behind the choosing of the name. Did the parents think it was funny? Had the mother always dreamed of naming a son Edward, and couldn't give up that dream even though she married a man with the last name Edwards? Was it a family tradition, was it to honor a friend, was it a dare or a bet?

Or were the parents just idiots who gave their son an idiotic name?

A couple of weeks ago, I had one of those days where I wondered if I might be pregnant. If you're a woman of childbearing age, you know what I mean. I had no particular reason to think I was pregnant, I'm certainly not trying to become pregnant -- but sometimes, you know, you just wonder. (It may have been because I had just heard of two people -- two! -- in my circle of acquaintances who are expecting triplets. Triplets! That's three -- three! -- babies at once!) So I'm sitting there in kind of a panic, thinking -- Oh no, what if I have another baby? And then, because that wasn't alarming enough, I thought, Oh no, what if it's twins? I was miserable, contemplating my fate as the mother of four. The sleepless nights! The crying! The diapers! The teething! Then I thought -- Wait, what about names? I love thinking about names. I spent a happy hour browsing baby name sites and made my decision. It made me feel so much better about these imaginary babies -- no matter what, they would have lovely names.

Well. Who thinks I'm crazy now? I know my husband will.

Oh, you want to know the names? Very well. Emily Rowan and Cora Madeleine. I don't care if you don't like them (and I know my husband would veto all four componenets), because guess what? Not actually pregnant. Whew.

Comments

Chris said…
What if they were boys? What's that do to your master name plan, huh? (But I'm also glad just the same that it's not an issue either way)
aimee said…
You are funny. But yeah, were are the boy names? I do like Rowan. Very unique and pretty.
Karen said…
You could actually have twins because if you have twin siblings, your chances increase to have twins yourself. But triplets!! I wouldn't wish three babies at one time on anyone.

The names are very pretty, though.

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