There are some major decisions one has to make when pregnant. Here are a few of the ones I’ve been grappling with lately:
1) Whether to buy cute summer shoes on sale at Anthropologie in my current size, or one size larger, because apparently my feet are destined to grow next year!
2) Whether to indulge on Breyer’s mint chocolate chip ice cream, or Ben & Jerry’s Chubby Hubby at 2 a.m. And lastly …
3) What to name our child.
I realize for some individuals, the child-naming process is painless. You’ve had that favorite name your whole life, and your husband thinks it’s as fabulous as you do. So without further ado, you sign the birth certificate: Belvedere Maximilian.
So why am I having such a hard time with this? Well, for one, my child will be exposed to a melting pot of cultures, so we have to pick a name that is cross-cultural. That means I have the responsibility of picking a name from my heritage (Somali), which is also easy to pronounce for the English speaking citizens of America and Australia. So I guess Rooble is out of the question!
Minus the issue of our child’s mélange of cultural backgrounds … naming a child is serious business. Even if I could call my son-to-be Frank, or Jude, will it be something that resonates with his personality in years to come? Or will he forever resent me for naming him after that popular Beatles tune? And let’s not even delve into name meanings! For example, did you know that the name Cameron means “crooked nose”? It’s a nice name and all … but really?
Alas, my sleepless nights continue. I am still without a name, and almost six months pregnant. Such is the plight of a mum-to-be, right? I guess we can keep calling him “baby” until he’s a toddler, and then figure it out. If you have any suggestions I’d be happy to hear them. Otherwise, you’ll all just have to learn how to roll your R’s, and figure out whether Rooble is pronounced the way it is spelled. Or, simply ask me.