What's in a name?

The name game, it's complicated. I have to ask myself what some people were thinking when they named their kid. Did they never consider what their child's life would be like!?

I'm so glad my parents named me Laura Beth. I like the name. Sweet. Southern. Somewhat childish but an option to grow with me.

I'm glad they didn't name me Carrie Elizabeth as planned. Do I look like a Carrie to you?

I don't like nicknames, most of the time. I say if that's what you're gonna call that person all their life why didn't you just name them that?

Do names really have to have significance? It's the last name that you honor, right?

There's just so much pressure!

You want your child to have a good name. A name that people don't have to wonder if they are male or female. I hate unisex names, period. Maybe because I have boys and have pity for them when someone decides that would be great for their girl! ARGH! A name that isn't a nightmare to pronounce or a mess to fill in on their standardized test forms. A name they can grow old with.

Names are constantly on my mind while I'm pregnant. I've had favorites since I was a girl. But let's be honest, I never took into consideration that my future husband might want a say. My whole frame of names has changed since.

I've learned that, I don't care who you are, we all name associate. Names make us think of something or someone. Good or bad.

I believe in Divine intervention.

I believe it's why I am having another boy.

I strongly associate names.

Hamilton was one of my favorites until I discovered it was a pig's name on some cartoon. Never mind.

When your husband highly favors a name that two "significant others" in his life carried, you want to laugh and think what a joke. What do you do when they aren't joking!?

Talk about a slap in the face. Punch to the stomach. Wait, just a flat out brutal beating. Not only was it a name I just didn't like, I couldn't disassociate from these people.

I was nervous I was having a girl. I was 90% convinced that I was having girl. When people hoped it for me they had no idea how sick I felt. When people talked about me needing a girl, or anything to do with having a girl, I couldn't talk about it. I wanted to go hide and cry.

I really didn't care that I had a girl. It was what the rest of the family wanted. But I could never live with a girl with "that" name. I would need therapy, no doubt.

It was that bad.

I figured Jarom was just taunting me, that it was a game, until she would be born. Then he would throw out some beautiful name (which would be anything but "that" name) and I would be at peace.

I kept telling myself that but I never believed it. I was on the verge of tears anytime anyone mentioned me having a girl. I was sure I was getting an ulcer or heart failure it hurt so bad. Emotional hurt.

Just what pregnant women need is self-esteem issues.

I tried not to plea with the Lord and be satisfied with what he has blessed me with. Sometimes pleas aren't even necessary. He knows your heart.

The day I found out I was having a boy people will never know the relief and rejuvenation I felt. I even felt a tad guilty that my boys weren't getting what they wanted but not that guilty.

Sheesh, my pregnancy has been better all around the board.

So what's in a name. . .A LOT.

Maybe next time my hubby will be lucky and get his girl, if there is a next time. I won't feel obligated to keep a promise of giving him "first name" naming rights. I won't feel pressure to that hideous name.