Weird that you should post this today. I had a dream about you last night and woke up and thought, "I need to send Pris a poke or something and make sure she's doing okay." Actually, the dream wasn't scary, it was just very...odd. You volunteered to be a test mom for a new stroller combo from Hyundai that ran on hybrid power, had it's own motor, and for some reason, a defense system with spiky wheels. I was dreaming and thinking, "I didn't think she lived in that rough of a neighborhood." Anyway, in the dream, you were soliciting input from your internet buddies about the style of upholstery.

As for naming...don't sweat it. For some reason I knew H-bomb's name as soon as the stick turned blue and nothing I did could summon up a boy's name even though I didn't confirm she was going to be a girl. D-man's name came to me partly because he was going to be named after either my grandfather or my great-grandmother. But her name didn't feel quite as right.

Sometimes you just have to get a look at the little bugger before you can name 'em. FWIW, I was going to be a Dominique, too, but since my folks are all but illiterate, it was for completely different reasons.

(PS - if you really *are* testing out the Mad Max Hybrid Baby Buggy, go for a soft camel interior. It's stylish and easy-clean and I know the green's going to look so dated in two years...)