Among the million things about being pregnant that are stressful, picking a name for your child has got to be at the top of the list.
We still haven't decided on a name for this little guy (aside from his glorified nickname: Pookie).
I've given up on convincing Brett to agree to the name that I've determined is perfect for our son... I'm sort of hoping that once the little guy is born, Brett will have an epiphany and realize just how right I am. A girl can dream, right?
As I was looking through old texts the other day, I came across a conversation I had about baby names with my twelve-year-old little sister. It went something like this:
Caroline: Any names picked out yet?
Savannah: Yes and no.
Caroline: What are some of them?
Savannah: Allister.
Caroline: I think I have to help you come up with names OBVIOUSLY.
Savannah: No. :-P I have good names thank you very much.
Caroline: If that's a sample you need help (my professional help :))
Maybe I am in need of some professional help. We're running out of time, here!
