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.
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.
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The names are very pretty, though.