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We have six more weeks before this kid is due, and still my husband and I have had zero progress on the baby name front. You can tell that this is our second kid because instead of stressing out and desperately searching for an appropriate name for this girl, our conversations over the last few months tend to go like:
"Oh hey, we should probably come up with a name for this kid."
"Yeah, we probably should."
*Tom and I fall asleep*
Other than general apathy or a belief that the right name will magically fall out of the sky without us having to do any work, I think part of the slowness are the four goofy rules that we have about picking a name which were created when I was pregnant with our son.
Our rules are this weird mixture of the... er... less than normal upbringings that Tom and I had:
1. No Bible Names.
Personally, even though I was raised by hard core atheists, I have nothing against bible names in particular. It's my husband, whose crazy parents tried every hard core fringe religion (and managed to get kicked out of their churches) that insisted on this rule. Unfortunately, this constitutes like 75% of western names in existence, including Tom's own name which I think he hates.
2. No Names of English Monarchs.
Another rule insisted on by my husband. This is because both of his crazy parents and most of his siblings have names like Charles, Elizabeth, Anne, William and Edward. And since his relationship with most of his family vacillates between amused tolerance and sheer annoyance, he feels pretty strongly about this.
3. No Names of Ayn Rand Heroes.
This particular hangup is mine because my parents believe, despite all evidence to the contrary, that they are some kind of hard core Randians. Of course, they aren't even remotely hard core Randians because my parents are actually loving, caring and giving people who put their kids first when we were growing up, are extremely generous with their family and friends and pretty much live their actual lives as normal people instead of being complete and utter assholes.
They insist upon this for some reason, to the point that I was almost named Dominique after Howard Roarke's fucked up love interest in The Fountainhead. You know the complete and utter crazy bitch who gets raped by the hero... and likes it? Yeah that one. *facepalm* Luckily my mom decided at the last minute that she liked a different name better.
Still, the scars of dodging that bullet have lasted 32 years and I refuse to name any kid of mine with a name that any of her characters have. However since women seem to be rare in her books in comparison to the men, this isn't really that much of a restriction since I wasn't planning on naming this girl Dagney, the only other female Rand heroine of consequence.
4. No Names in the Top 25.
This is just a goofy desire to make sure our own precious snowflakes won't be confused with other people's obviously inferior precious snowflakes.
So any suggestions that follow these rules?![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
plutospawn has been particularly helpful in her suggestion of Xochiquetzal (she insists that it's pronounced "Sharyl"), and I just know you all will come up with something good...
"Oh hey, we should probably come up with a name for this kid."
"Yeah, we probably should."
*Tom and I fall asleep*
Other than general apathy or a belief that the right name will magically fall out of the sky without us having to do any work, I think part of the slowness are the four goofy rules that we have about picking a name which were created when I was pregnant with our son.
Our rules are this weird mixture of the... er... less than normal upbringings that Tom and I had:
1. No Bible Names.
Personally, even though I was raised by hard core atheists, I have nothing against bible names in particular. It's my husband, whose crazy parents tried every hard core fringe religion (and managed to get kicked out of their churches) that insisted on this rule. Unfortunately, this constitutes like 75% of western names in existence, including Tom's own name which I think he hates.
2. No Names of English Monarchs.
Another rule insisted on by my husband. This is because both of his crazy parents and most of his siblings have names like Charles, Elizabeth, Anne, William and Edward. And since his relationship with most of his family vacillates between amused tolerance and sheer annoyance, he feels pretty strongly about this.
3. No Names of Ayn Rand Heroes.
This particular hangup is mine because my parents believe, despite all evidence to the contrary, that they are some kind of hard core Randians. Of course, they aren't even remotely hard core Randians because my parents are actually loving, caring and giving people who put their kids first when we were growing up, are extremely generous with their family and friends and pretty much live their actual lives as normal people instead of being complete and utter assholes.
They insist upon this for some reason, to the point that I was almost named Dominique after Howard Roarke's fucked up love interest in The Fountainhead. You know the complete and utter crazy bitch who gets raped by the hero... and likes it? Yeah that one. *facepalm* Luckily my mom decided at the last minute that she liked a different name better.
Still, the scars of dodging that bullet have lasted 32 years and I refuse to name any kid of mine with a name that any of her characters have. However since women seem to be rare in her books in comparison to the men, this isn't really that much of a restriction since I wasn't planning on naming this girl Dagney, the only other female Rand heroine of consequence.
4. No Names in the Top 25.
This is just a goofy desire to make sure our own precious snowflakes won't be confused with other people's obviously inferior precious snowflakes.
So any suggestions that follow these rules?
plutospawn has been particularly helpful in her suggestion of Xochiquetzal (she insists that it's pronounced "Sharyl"), and I just know you all will come up with something good...Tags:
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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...)
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Agreed that sometimes you have to see the kid to name them. That's what happened with our son. We had like three names we weren't sure about until we saw what he looked like (although since he's a carbon copy of my dad, perhaps we should have named him after my father, but three Hughs in the family would have been way too confusing I think.)
I thought about naming her after grandparents or great-grandparents, but unfortunately they either have super ethnic old school German names (Fredricka for example) or names that were really popular in the 20's and 30's that sound kinda weird nowadays (like Doris). So that's kinda out, although I will say if we did that, her name would definitely stand out lol.