While we are just barely exiting the first trimester (I like to think it goes until week 13..technically, it kind of does), Adam and I find ourselves in the name war again. Well, it's not exactly a war so much...just a snag. This snag will likely last until delivery. Yesterday, while I should have been doing other very important things, I decided on four names (two boy and two girl) that I loved. Not liked, loved. Then I wrote out a pretend Christmas card greeting and signed all of our names to the bottom, just to see what it looked like. (Yes, I did this four separate times. What should I have been doing instead? Taking notes for an extremely long lecture? Certainly not.)
Anyway, I was so proud of myself. Job = done. Our kid would have a name. Then came the Adam discussion, which went something like this:
Me: I have come up with the short list of names for the baby. They are: A., B., C., and D. (Naturally, I'm substituting letters here. I would never just name the kid a letter.)
Adam: Yeeaaaahhh...I'm pretty sure I've heard all of these before and I'm pretty sure we've already thrown them out.
Me: Not using them is not the same as throwing them out.
Adam: Whose turn is it to name the baby? Is it yours?
Me: Yes, it is mine.
Adam: And now you're lying. It's mine. Take a back seat, honey.
I lost. So help me, if our child's name sounds like it came from a popular teen show in the 90's or is so flowery that it should be scented, I might scream. I don't know if I like this "Your turn, my turn" deal anymore. I would like to renege.
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