I asked him last night if he was worried about having this child. You know, the one that's going to have a wobbly head. And who'll make me smell constantly like sour milk. And who won't be able to communicate for like five years. And who will eventually become a teenager and want to drive my car.
He looked at me like I was stupid and said, "Uh, no."
Later on I asked him if he had any baby names he wanted to suggest.
After begging him to come up with something, inserting that surely there were bound to be some names he favored, he said, "Baby, do you honestly think I've ever thought about baby names?"
I told him I was sure he had at one time or another being that I've been considering baby names since I was like ten, which was just about the time I started planning my wedding (and was mortally wounded later on when I found that Mormons don't walk down an aisle). Incidentally, my preferred names have changed since then, when I wanted to name my baby Elora Danan after the baby on Willow.
He laughed at me.
He said boys don't plan weddings. Or think about baby names. Ever.
Later on, though, he did suggest that we name the baby Diana, after Diana Rigg, the only woman to ever marry James Bond and consequently, one of Husband's first crushes. He was six.
This is what she looks like now, proving that even Bond girls don't hold up very well:
Following that, I was reading him something off the Internet about how women sometimes see themselves as unattractive when they're pregnant.
While still staring at the TV, Husband gave all the expected answers. Answers like, Oh, no, baby, you're still hot. And, They're crazy. That's just wrong.
When I prodded him to expound on what he really thought, he finally looked at me and said, "What do you want? I was giving all the right answers!"
Good grief, the man keeps me in stiches. And that's a good thing. Because if he didn't, I might be freaking out. Like more than I already am.
And just as a PS, whoever said morning sickness should be ending at or around Week 12 is a big, fat liar.
9 comments:
You might want to casually leave a list of names (no longer than 10) around for him to go through for approval or disapproval -- they can't be expected to come up with the names on their own, really. Leave new lists for him over the course of the pregnancy narrowing it down systematically.
My sister has a niece named Alora -- I don't know if Willow played any part in the decision.
My husband must be the exception. He has a name all picked out if we have a son, which I'm vetoing. He wants to name him after his dad, who is rather crazy. Um, no.
My friend here said her husband could pick out the middle name if she picked out the first name. Thus, Spencer Cougar was christened. Cougar after our alum mascot, you know. Maybe that's an idea he'd go for. Who knows? (I was sick all 9 months with Payson and 1-3, 6-9 with Ashlyn. You'll soon find out that everything anyone tells you or you read is a big fat LIE!!!!!!)
I have very strong ideas about what this baby should be named if it's a girl. Not so much if it's a boy. Well, I mean, I have strong ideas against certain names - like Nicholas Jr., which Husband has been lobbying for for approximately 2 years 11 months and 29 days.
You must be having a girl, because I was sick for 5 months with Brittany. You might have to fight with Nancy over girl names. I always had way more girl names than boy names.
My husband suggested Diana for the same reason! Silly boys! Did you see when she got shot, though? It was pretty sad.
It might annoy you that Nick doesn't care what you name the baby. But, trust me, it will be better in the end. Tyler is still annoyed that I started calling our dog the name I preferred before he was able to officially name him. I thought I'd be ok because I was using one of the names he chose in the first place. And, you don't have to fight with me over girl names. IT is likely we may never have a girl - especially after we found out CAmeron needs approximately $4,000 in dental work.
It honestly doesn't annoy me at all. That means I get to name all the babies! I just thought he would have an opinion and when he didn't, I was completely shocked.
And who knows if I'll even have to fight for girl names at all? If Nick has his way, we'll have twelve strapping, football playing boys. Sometimes I hope they're boys. Because I'm scared that if we have girls, they'll look like Big Delores on Hope Floats. She's a bruiser.
My husband must be abnormal (which i already knew), he already has names picked out for the next time we have a baby, girl or boy.
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