One of the hardest questions while pregnant is: Do you have a named picked out, yet?
An even harder question is the more direct: What names do you like?
The former is easy to respond with a scripted. “Oh, we’re still deciding.” Or, “We have it narrowed down to a few.” But, what names do you like? Seriously, that’s a hard one ignore. I get it. When my friends have been pregnant, one of the things I’m most curious about is baby names. I’ve always wanted to know what names my friends were considering. I also knew that it could be a sensitive subject, so I’ve tried to dance around the question without being too direct. I’ll say something like, “Are you and [enter spouse/partner’s name here] having a hard time deciding on names?” Then, I could get a feel for whether or not they wanted to talk about it. It opens the door for them to toss out some of the names they like, but a simple “yes” or “no” shows that they aren’t really comfortable sharing details.
If told names, I would never say what I thought about a particular name or which name I liked better unless such information was directly solicited. But now that I’m on the other end of the conversation, it’s just as awkward. Tim and I like the names we like and we don’t really need anyone’s opinion or suggestions. I don’t want someone’s love or dislike of a name to persuade our decision either way.
After the event at the liquor store a few weeks ago, I shared the story with my girlfriends at knitting. They got a kick out of it and jokingly started referring to my unborn as “Mallory.” Apparently, at least two friends who weren’t there the night I told the story and hadn’t read my blog entry, assumed that Mallory was the name we’d chosen. It’s not a ridiculous name like “peanut” or “nubbin,” so I can’t say I blame them.
A few days later a friend approached me and said, “So I heard you decided on a name.” I didn’t know what she was talking about. While we do have our favorites, we definitely hadn’t made any announcements. “Mallory,” she said.
I laughed. “No, that’s just a joke name. Did they tell you the story?”
Then, a couple of weeks later I talked to another friend who said she also thought Mallory was the actual name. She said she and her husband had talked for a long time about how Mallory was such a great choice. Perfect even.
Ugh. It kills me. My friends love our funny, joke name. I have visions of people whispering among themselves once they hear what name we’ve chosen. “What were they thinking,” they’ll say. “I liked Mallory better.” I can even imagine that after having heard the Mallory story, our daughter herself will complain, “But Mom, why did you name me [insert actual name] – I hate that name. Mallory is way cooler.”
Well, sorry to disappoint you folks, but we are NOT naming our daughter Mallory. Feel free to use it yourselves.
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