Someone recently commented on my Baby Names post and I thought maybe I should give you an update.
We still aren’t going to find out what we’re having (before the birth) so we need to come up with both a boy’s name and a girl’s name.
When I first asked for baby names, I only asked for suggestions for girl names because we have several names (first and second) for boys and this is still true.
Except now Mr. French is questioning whether we should use my favorite one. The one that I wanted to use for all three of the other boys, but didn’t for various reasons. The one that I’ve imagined using on a little boy for the last 8 years. Yeah, that’s the name Mr. F is suddenly not sure about.
So that means for boys we’re deadlocked and will probably have to go into arbitration and seek some unbiased opinions. (I have a three page form you can fill out if you’d like to be considered for this unpaid, but highly exclusive position. E-mail me. 🙂 )
We’ve spent the majority of our time discussing girl names because we knew from the beginning that this would be harder for us.
And, let’s see, we’ve got…1..2…wait, carry the 1…that’s 12….no, that one got rejected…that’s…
And now before Mr. French declares my math skills worse than usual and demands a recount, I’ll tell you how I’ve come to this conclusion.
I’ve got 2 names at the top of my list.
Mr. French has 3 names at the top of his list.
Then I created an elaborate graph with my names on one side and M. F’s along the bottom. Every name on my list that was the same as on Mr. F’s would then cross and I put a mark on the grid. Then, I counted all the marks.
And that’s how I came up with zero.
While we’re more than willing to enter into negotiations on middle names, neither one of us is willing to give an inch until the other one does, on first names.
The good news is that we have 4 months to resolve it and I, at least, have the knowledge that Mr. French generally becomes weaker when two things occur. First, he watches me go through childbirth un-medicated, and then, I threaten to call all the relatives to announce the baby before the baby has a name, which makes him sweat bullets and start making charts and graphs and spreadsheets. And then I start crying.
It’s just the hormones, of course.
I wouldn’t be doing it on purpose to try to get my way through emotional blackmail.
That would just be wrong.
So, let’s hope it doesn’t go that far.
Does anyone know of a good arbitrator?