The Name Game

What's in a name?

A lot of stress, that's what.

Naming a person is really hard.  It's not like naming your dog...this little person will have to grow up around other kids, who can be mean.  He'll have to grow into an adult, and introduce himself by the name we choose for him.  He'll have to live with this name, FOR LIFE.

No pressure, right?

Therefore, we've come to a decision.

No, not on a name.  But on how we will be proceeding with this whole baby name craze.

It turns out I am too hormonal to discuss potential baby names with anyone.  There have been several instances where I burst into either tears or fits of rage at a comment that someone made (with good intentions) about a name we may be thinking about.

There have also been times when we thought we were zeroing in on a name, only to have our opinions swayed by comments from others.  We're already having SERIOUS trouble agreeing on a name (as we have serious trouble agreeing on ANYTHING...you know, opposites attract?), so this just makes it harder!

SO, just be confident knowing this: the baby WILL have a name when he is born.  (I'm pretty sure they won't let us take him home from the hospital without one.)  J and I will LOVE it.  You may or may not.  And we'll be okay with that.

But don't keep your fingers crossed for any hints until then!

We love you, dear friends and family, and we know you'll love our nameless little man, no matter what we choose to name him.

We simply couldn't resist.

Yes, I know it's not Monday.  But I couldn't wait until then to share this cuteness!

We got confirmation yesterday that we are indeed having a boy.  A son.  Sigh.  Happy hearts all around at the Anderson house.

But you know me.  What have I been most excited for?  THE SHOPPING.

Believe it or not, up until this point I have not purchased one single thing for baby.  Nothing.  Nada.  Zip.

I needed the confirmation before I could commit to blue.  J though it was a little weird when I said I drank some orange juice before the appointment to get the baby moving around, to ensure I'd get to "see the goods."  Not his favorite word choice.  He felt better when I said I needed to see my baby's "private parts."  How that is better, I'm not exactly sure.

But I digress.

I will give you one sneak peak of the newest pictures.  You'll have to tune in Monday for the rest!

The money shot.  Love how the arrow leaves nothing to the imagination.

So obviously, there's no longer any speculation about the sex of the peanut!


This meant I was officially allowed to shop.  I told J before the appointment that I was longing to buy something for the baby.  Not any crazy shopping spree (yet), but something.  Anything that signified that I am a Mommy providing for my child.  He suggested that we take a little field trip after the appointment, and make our first baby purchase.


It was a happy surprise that J wanted to shop with me...again!


So off to Old Navy we went.  Shockingly, J was the first to find something.  And yes, when he showed me the tiny Star Wars onesie, I cried.  I cried because I'm pregnant and hormonal, yes.  But I also cried because J was picking out his kind of stuff for his son.  It was a definite Daddy moment.

This was J's total purchase.  Baby is still in the womb, and he may already be a nerd.

After J found these, I realized that I wanted my first baby shopping experience to be extra cute.  So I decided that a visit to Baby Gap was in order.  This is what I picked out.

Gap's famous cable knit sweater- baby style.

Now that that's taken care of, we'll rely on the grandmas to supply the rest of year one's wardrobe!

My mission = accomplished.