That name thing
Ever since we first started talking about having kids, William has always known what he wanted to have - a boy, and to name him
You thought it was gonna be that easy?
From the beginning, I totally agreed with the name he wanted, as it has a special meaning to both of us dating back to when we were kids. There was never any doubt that we'd name a boy this particular name.
Since then, we've found out that we're having two boys, not just one. We both independently considered the exact same second name, and when he told me what he was thinking, I was just amazed that we were thinking along the exact same lines.
That sorted out, he's wanted to use the names ever since, and to tell everyone what they are. I, on the other hand ... don't. I've got several reasons for not wanting to discuss what the names are.
Most importantly, I have a superstition about this whole thing that may be silly to some, but it's important to me. This feeling has been intensified for me by all of the challenges we've faced in the first trimester of this pregnancy, to the point where using their names right now would feel like we're tempting fate to take all this away from us.
(By the way, I also realize how bizarre it is that I'm the one with this level of paranoia, and William is bursting at the seams with hope, joy and excitement. Talk about role reversal.)
Other reasons I've got for not spilling the names: It doesn't feel right to assign a name to a baby I haven't met yet - what if I look at them and the names seem all wrong? How stupid would I feel for having referred to them as one thing all the way through a pregnancy and then to change it at the last minute?
And last, but most certainly not least, invariably it seems that when you tell someone the names you've chosen before you have a baby, someone will have something to say about it. For example, my brother, who got REALLY mad when I named my firstborn Jeremiah, because he'd wanted to use that name. Or someone else will say "Oh, I went to school with a kid named that; I just hated that kid." Or you'll get other advice on your chosen name that you really don't want, as you've pretty much already chosen it. It just drives me nuts and I don't want to deal with it.
Long story short: Everyone will find out the names soon enough, the way I see it. Until then, I'll continue to amuse myself with some of the suggested twin names we've gotten already ... Alpha and Omega, Cain and Abel, Aloicius and Bartholomew, etc. etc. etc.
You thought it was gonna be that easy?
From the beginning, I totally agreed with the name he wanted, as it has a special meaning to both of us dating back to when we were kids. There was never any doubt that we'd name a boy this particular name.
Since then, we've found out that we're having two boys, not just one. We both independently considered the exact same second name, and when he told me what he was thinking, I was just amazed that we were thinking along the exact same lines.
That sorted out, he's wanted to use the names ever since, and to tell everyone what they are. I, on the other hand ... don't. I've got several reasons for not wanting to discuss what the names are.
Most importantly, I have a superstition about this whole thing that may be silly to some, but it's important to me. This feeling has been intensified for me by all of the challenges we've faced in the first trimester of this pregnancy, to the point where using their names right now would feel like we're tempting fate to take all this away from us.
(By the way, I also realize how bizarre it is that I'm the one with this level of paranoia, and William is bursting at the seams with hope, joy and excitement. Talk about role reversal.)
Other reasons I've got for not spilling the names: It doesn't feel right to assign a name to a baby I haven't met yet - what if I look at them and the names seem all wrong? How stupid would I feel for having referred to them as one thing all the way through a pregnancy and then to change it at the last minute?
And last, but most certainly not least, invariably it seems that when you tell someone the names you've chosen before you have a baby, someone will have something to say about it. For example, my brother, who got REALLY mad when I named my firstborn Jeremiah, because he'd wanted to use that name. Or someone else will say "Oh, I went to school with a kid named that; I just hated that kid." Or you'll get other advice on your chosen name that you really don't want, as you've pretty much already chosen it. It just drives me nuts and I don't want to deal with it.
Long story short: Everyone will find out the names soon enough, the way I see it. Until then, I'll continue to amuse myself with some of the suggested twin names we've gotten already ... Alpha and Omega, Cain and Abel, Aloicius and Bartholomew, etc. etc. etc.