I got a call this morning from our agency wanting us to send our dossier in now instead of waiting for our I171-h to get here, like we were originally supposed to do. There are 2 families ahead of us, but they are requesting girls. There are 3 birth mothers in the program who will all be delivering pretty soon and if a baby boy is born, we jump ahead in line. How exciting is that? I'm running around like a crazy lady getting all the copies of the dossier gathered up to send out today. I am over-the-moon-excited!
Just the other night, my wonderful boyfriend took me out on a date. He was trying to be super-romantic, so he took me to Babies R Us (Seriously- I thought it was very romantic. He doesn't like shopping, especially if I'm obsessing over baby things, so he totally did it just to make me happy, and even acted interested in looking at stuff).
We'd been in the store for quite a while, looking around at all the different things we're going to need. Somewhere around the stroller aisle, Darrell stopped dead in his tracks. I turned around to look at him and he's got this look on his face that I can't quite identify.
Then, all calm and quiet-like, he says, "We're having a baaay-beeee." It was so funny the way he said it. That weird look on his face was one of shock and sudden realization.
I said, "You just now figured that out, did ya?" Lol. He's so cute. He'd better adjust to the news pretty soon, I guess- since it looks like it's going to happen sooner rather than later. Oh my goodness! I have to say that again... Sooner.Rather.Than.Later. I can't believe it's really happening.
That's how it is with adoption, isn't it? You get so accustomed to delays and hassles and disappointments, that you just expect they will always be there- somewhere along the line, you forget there really will be a child at the end of all this crap you've gone through.
Back to the topic of names really quick, before I go back to scurrying around like a loon... Some of you asked me to tell you what my favorite girls' name is- the one my whole family hates and mocks me for. Do you think I'm nuts? Why would I open myself up to more ridicule? From all 3 of my readers- ha!
No, you guys are always so nice to me, and I know you wouldn't say anything (too) awfully mean, but still... I'm embarrassed to tell. So, I'll drop you a few breadcrumbs and let you figure it out. If you do, good for you- but please don't make fun of me, at least don't be too mean about it. Remember, I get plenty of crud over this at home! It's as if I suggested we name our child "Excrement," or something. If you don't figure it out- sorry, darlin,' I guess you're out of luck.
The most horrible name in the universe (according to my family, at least) has the following things in common:
A pope, a princess, a citrus fruit, a song, a series of children's books, and Winston Churchill.
It's old-fashioned, but kinda funky, nerdy, quirky and cool all at the same time (just like me- except for the cool part)- and certainly not suffering from overuse. It will not spark a new cheerleader naming trend anytime soon. It has not cracked the top 1000 in popularity since the 1950's. I'd be willing to bet you don't know someone with this name. Unless it's a dead aunt, or something. That's all I'm going to tell you, other than I adore the name, even if I'm the only one- and oh how I wish, I wish, I wish I could use it.