Tim and I have had a name for the sprout for…awhile.
Obviously, it’s a secret.
No one knows the name except Tim and me, though our hair person always tries to get it out of us EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. she sees Tim and me all, “Come on! What’s the name? Tell meeeeeeeee!” Or out of nowhere she’ll be like, “So, what’s the baby’s name, again?”
We tell her sprout.
Or baby Bold.
She tried to guess this past Saturday while Tim got the second to last haircut before the sprout arrives (EEEEEEEEE!!!!!!)
She wasn’t even close.
It’s stressful, giving someone a name they will have for the rest of their life. I mean, having the last name of “Bold” already causes some confusion. I guess people cannot fathom someone having that last name. It should be Gold. Or Bolden. Or Bolt.
I’ve gotten so used to saying my name this way without skipping a beat: “Jessica Bold. B-o-l-d as in dog.”
And people are usually still confused.
So, we obviously don’t want to name the sprout something crazy hard to pronounce because he’s already starting with a name disadvantage.
(Even though it’s a small sacrifice since Bold is the best last name in the universe)
I also have a sensitivity to having the sprout have the same name as a zillion other boys. My name isn’t as popular as it used to be but growing up I don’t think I ever had a single class where there wasn’t another Jessica. I always had to share.
I don’t want the sprout to have to share…as much.
Tim and I went over name after name after name and it took FOR-EVER to pick one that we both liked and were happy with.
After that, we didn’t think anymore of it.
Sprout had a name.
Check that off the list.
Then…THEN during the surprise work lunch shower thing (did I ever mention that? I know I said I made dessert for lunch for Tim’s work thing but I don’t remember if I said anything about the shower?….) that Tim’s direct reports did for me last week, one of his work peeps, out of nowhere, was all, “What if the baby comes out and doesn’t look like the name you picked?”
Begin massive tailspin in my brain of OMG. WHAT IF?! THIS CANNOT HAPPEN!
I told Tim we needed a backup name. ASAP.
Tim told me he was going to kill the person who put that fear into my brain.
Thanks to the possibility of the sprout looking nothing like the name we picked, I spent part of this past weekend going back over the name we had and searching for another one we would like just as much and would also work with the middle name.
I LOVE sprout’s middle name and definitely do not want to change it. Period.
Tim indulged my craziness with the name and suggested we look back at the original list we made and lo and behold!
A name that I um…have to admit that I actually like better than the one we had in the first place and double bonus! It matches perfectly with the middle name.
Tim liked this new name from the beginning but because I was like, “eh” he didn’t push it.
Now…we just have to decide on the spelling…but at least that has been narrowed down to a few options. I asked Tim after we had decided on the second name option (which has technically become the sprout’s name in my head because I like it somuchmore) if he was 100% ok with either name.
He said he was.
Random Sidebar: Why does my entire abdomen ache today? Like, the whole thing huuuurts. Constantly. Pair that with random Braxton Hicks and I’m not exactly feeling awesome. Someone, diagnose me.
Better Than Random Sidebar: GUESS WHO RECEIVED A FANTASTICAL SURPRISE LAST NIGHT?!
The lovely and super talented Amy over at Hamlet’s Mistress made and sent us this handmade, adorable little baby blanket for the sprout. I mean, seriously? Amy? You’re awesome and as you already know, this was one of the most thoughtful things anyone has done for us. We’re so touched and blessed to have you as a bloggy friend!
Did I mention that WE LOVE IT.