I’ve been thinking about baby names lately (and NO not because I’m pregnant, thank you very much). I’ve discovered some friends who’ve named their children things I really love, and there are some that I just raise my eyebrows at.
When Mister Man was born, it wasn’t an issue. My husband and I fairly easily settled on both boy and girl names. For Little Miss, it wasn’t so easy. He rejected all sorts of good names, for various reasons, only a few of which had merit. Granted, now that I look back on it, I totally should have played the new mom card and gotten my way, but … too late!
Thus, Little Miss is not named:
Siobhan (ok, I love that name but would never really name my daughter that, I suppose)
But it could be worse.
When I was born, I was three weeks late. No, you didn’t misread that. I was THREE. WEEKS. LATE. Sorry, Mom. I was so late that my grandmother had to return the “Welcome Scorpio Baby” sign and buy a Sagittarius one — and yes, that’s a true story.
And of course my mom was in labor with me forever. Thank God doctors don’t let pregnancy go on that long anymore. My poor mom. I finally popped out at 5:32pm.
And my mom’s dreams were dashed.
She had waited nine years before getting pregnant with me (that’s nine years of trying btw). She wanted two children. Two boys, to be specific. And she had names picked out for them. My dad apparently didn’t have a say.
The first boy was going to be Douglas Frederick, nicknamed Dougie Freddie. And knowing my mom, she would have called me Dougie Freddie to this day. The second boy? Frederick Douglas — or Freddie Dougie.
Fortunately, God apparently has some compassion, and neither of the children my mom bore were boys. The world was spared from a Dougie Freddie / Freddie Dougie sibling pair.
Then again, maybe this is why Mister Man was born a boy. Our girl name was Kiersten Anabel. Neither name made the cut when we were looking at names for Little Miss, just in case you’re wondering.