Nicknames

For anyone who has been pregnant or known someone who is pregnant, you would know that the baby is now supplied with a nickname to be used while still in utero. Some popular names are Bean, Bug & Blob. So I was asked recently what the nickname would be, and my answer? The Baby. Uninspiring, I know. I just kind of feel funny giving my baby a nickname for some unknown reason. Maybe because I haven't come across the right name yet.

But my husband has a name for the baby. Juan.

So here's the story on that. Years and years ago, DH & I were talking about naming our future kids, and DH says that their names were going to be One, Two, Three, etc. I'm like, no. They have to have real names. So in his genius mind, he immediately comes up with Juan, Sue, Trey & Nora. Get it? They are real names that rhyme with their numbered counterparts. And these names would be given regardless of the sex of the baby. Can you imagine the punching bag our poor son Sue would be if we gave a boy that name? I can.

Yes, I immediately revoked all his naming & vetoing rights, and they have yet to be reinstated because I still don't know if he was kidding or not. He seems pretty serious about it, but then again, we haven't had any serious naming conversations yet since we've known, although he sometimes mentions off-hand the numbered names.

But in utero nicknames are a different deal. They can be a name of the opposite sex and still be cute. So in all actuality, Juan is growing on me as a nickname. The only thing holding me up on it though, is the fact that DH still regularly refers to our friends' children as their in utero nicknames instead of their real names. And there is no way in hell I want my child to have the name or nickname of Juan (or Sue, Trey or Nora) once they're born. It would be like I'm giving in. And we can't have that, now can we?

And lately, DH has been trying to create a nickname to use while it's still in utero, and he has help from friends. Here's what they finally decided on: Major General Jean-Luc Picard Spicy Chicken Sandwich. I think I'll just go with The Baby. It doesn't require one to take a breath right in the middle of it (and it actually makes sense). I just hope it doesn't stick around after it's born.