Remember that song by Amy Grant? If not, here it is:
Baby Baby - Amy Grant
OK, enough with the 90s flashback...
One of my friends from the ATL is unexpectedly preggers. The timing is crazy 'cause she was laid off and has been without a job for a few months, had to move, give away her dogs...all kinds of madness. But everything happens for a reason (or so I've been told, repeatedly).
We were discussing all things baby, and she showed me this list of names she had come up with. I'm convinced this is going to be a girl. One that acts just like her, because you know how karma works. One of the names she picked, if paired with her last name, would be akin to naming your baby Robin Robins. Or John Johnson. Or Richard Richards - you get the picture. I told her that under NO circumstances is she to name that baby like that, or I will come down there and smack her. I know the parents who came up with that stuff thought it would be amusing. It's not - it's annoying! :lol:
Why do we have to get so crazy with the baby names? Some of the names folks come up with are so bad, it's just downright comical. Don't believe me? Check out Babies Named a Bad, Bad Thing! That will keep you entertained for at least an hour. You probably shouldn't read it at work, because the blog author's comments are hilarious, and you will guffaw.
Another thing on my list of pet peeves with adults regarding babies, is the thing with babies' ages. When I ask you how old your baby is, if the baby is not 1 yet, I expect to hear an age in months. If your kid is 2, don't come at me with, "he's 26 months." WTH? He's TWO - get a grip! I don't care if he's 14 months, he's ONE. Smack me, if I ever have a kid and I do this. Maybe I'm just not familiar with baby protocol. I mean, I know the clothing labels are done in months, but that doesn't mean you have to refer to your kid in months. IJS. I might be in the minority on this, but for some reason, it just REALLY annoys me. Maybe I should go around telling folks that I'm 415 months.
I wonder how I would feel if I were in my friend's situation. Actually, there probably wouldn't be any blog postings for a good chunk of time. I'd be in the corner with my arms wrapped around myself, rocking back and forth, repeatedly yelling, "why, Lawd?? Why?" OK, not really. I guess I just can't picture this, because I don't even have any prospective boyfriends in the Rolodex right now. I think my mom has resigned herself to having 6 grandkids...so if lucky number 7 came along, she'd be verklempt - in a good way.
I think if I ever have a child, it will totally be in a surprise manner. In all likelihood, an "oops" moment - which is what I was. Because I can't see me charting ovulation and calling my hubby in the middle of the day saying, "we need to do it now!" My friend K got engaged at the end of 2007. She was busy traveling with her job (sometimes overseas), and planning her wedding. Spring 2008, she makes a quick visit to the gyn, because she wanted to discuss getting her tubes tied. She was 39, so she just figured she and her hubby to be were well past the ripe ages. Well, surprise! Doc said, "you're about 6 weeks too late." When she told me the story about how she just showed out in that doctor's office, breaking down in tears...everything...I was dying laughing. She said they left the appointment and her fiance took her to Bojangles...in the midst of the drive through line, she suddenly went from panicked to excited and happy! Her fiance told her she was crazy. But he married her anyway, and now they have a bouncing baby boy.
K had a happy ending. I hope my friend from ATL has a happy ending. And I hope my "happily ever after" is out there somewhere. :)