Before I go any further I want to sincerely apologize for even talking about names on DH because I’m probably going to keep The Wee One’s name off the blog. Writing this post makes me feel like a big tease and maybe I’ll change my mind later on, but for now I don’t plan on parading him around DH too often (of course they’ll be pictures here and there!) but that means keeping his name private as well.
The most commonly asked question once your bump begins to show is, “Have you picked a name yet?” This is a question everyone loves to ask, friends, family, strangers, and I’m even guilty of it as well with other people! Unfortunately, being asked about baby boy’s name these days makes me stressed out because, WELP, we haven’t picked one yet! And since I’m at the point in my pregnancy where I get randomly emotional about specific things, I’ve sort of thrown out all the names we were originally considering. I’ve done this a few times much to The Scottish’s dismay, and I think he’d be happy with whatever we had picked three names ago.
The problem is… nothing has felt right.
Our girl name was picked before we got pregnant and when we stumbled upon it we had this beautiful moment of A-HA. That is our baby girl. That’s her name, she can’t have another name because that is her name. We both LOVE this name. Our families LOVE this name. It seemed like it was meant to be. But then we found out we were having a boy.
We quickly shelved our girl name and got super excited about having a son! But we had no clue what we would choose for his name. We started searching but nothing we found gave us that same fireworks reaction. It was kind of a let down.
Since our girl name is Scottish we knew we wanted our boy’s name to be Scottish as well. I know it’s a bit cliché and kind of predictable to go with Scottish themed names, but to be perfectly honest, I don’t care! I can’t think of a more beautiful way to honor my children’s heritage on the other side of the pond when they’ll live and breath all things American most of their lives. That said, having a cultural theme is both helpful and narrowing. We are limited by Gaelic, Celtic, and Scottish names but on the upside we are not drowning in the millions and millions of name options that exist.
To make things more difficult, The Scottish and I have very different ideas of what makes a good name. I love weirdo unique names and he loves traditional, classic names that actually sound like first names.
I find his choices to be too popular and he finds mine weird for the sake of being weird. Here are a few examples of names we aren’t even considering but will help illustrate how different our preferences are.
The Scottish: Craig, Jamie, Michael
Stephanie: Barclay, Drummond, Tristan
The goal is to find something that is not a surname, because while I think McAllister is a great name, The Scottish can only see it as a last name and therefore it doesn’t make sense in his mind. He also doesn’t like names that mean hills or cities or any other landmark for that matter. So no little boy named Loch, I guess? (Loch = Lake). Just kidding, I wouldn’t want that either!
We do have our work cut out for us. I’m sitting over here at 34 weeks large and time is a-ticking with no perfect name on the horizon. The Scottish says we don’t need a perfect name, we need a good name, the boy makes the name, not the other way around. Isn’t he
I do know it will all work out and I’m totally fine if we are those people that choose a name at the hospital, although when I took a poll with some of my online friends, I found most people knew 100% what they would name their kiddos way before baby was born. I guess we’re living on the edge, haha.
What about those of you with children? Did you know their name in advance or wait until they were born to name them?
Who here dislikes or LOVES their own first name? I really like my name, Stephanie, but I find my nickname of Steph to be awful. I feel bad when I tell the Starbucks barista my long-ass name, but I refuse to introduce my name as Steph to anyone (even though I’m called Steph by some people on a regular basis and it doesn’t bother me too much). What about you?