As some of you may know, and some of you have already assumed, Courtney and I generally have very different opinions on quite a few things. And they always seem to be big, "important" issues; in this case, the name of our first born. Whether we have a boy or girl, we knew it would take a while to agree on something. The subject has risen before in general conversation over the years, and every time either one of us threw out a possible name, the common reaction was "What!? That's not gonna happen." And so the battle began.
Courtney's suggestions are sometimes good, but I'm too stubborn to cross over to the dark side of Ethan and Cooper (no offense to any Ethans and Coopers reading this). I'm more of a Jason Faison kind of guy. I like a name that has a nice ring to it. Richie Rich, Mickey Rooney, Alli Bama, etc. Those are all names that you can't forget, right? Apparently so, but not in the positive way that I thought. We're "supposed" to have something traditional that won't embarrass the child. So I backed off a little and went with some more tame names. For a girl, we actually both found one that we liked...a lot. Aeva. Or is it Ava? Well, we both thought differently for different reasons and I'll just leave it at that. We were both hung on our versions and decided, "If we're not gonna do it my way, then we're not gonna do it at all." So that was that. Who knows what name we'll end up seeing on the birth certificate? We definitely know what it won't be. Jane Doe. We're two very proud parents-to-be and will definitely find something that suits us...tradition and phonetics included.
The belly is starting to grow at huge rates and pretty soon I believe I will be in the "oh she is pregnant stage" instead of the current stage of "is she pregnant or just fat." With the growing belly comes stretching pain. I can't seem to get comfortable at night and sitting for long periods of time. I invested in a pregnancy pillow called the snoogle to help me get more comfortable. Basically you use it to wrap around your body for added comfort. It helps most nights and keeps me from rolling onto my back which has been deemed a no-no in your 2nd-3rd trimester. I got the great pillow idea from the movie The Backup Plan. If it was good enough for J-Lo then it is good enough for me. j/k I know for a fact that Lucy loves the pillow. Every morning she takes my place in the bed all snuggled up against the snoogle. Sometimes she takes my spot when I just get up for a pee break.
I met her mom Jessica my first year in TX when we both worked for Deloitte. She had this beautiful baby last year and it was a definite reminder that time moves WAY too fast these days. I can remember very vividly where I was when Jess texted me she was at the hospital. I remember cooking food and dropping it by their house when they were home from the hospital. I can remember holding little Olivia for the first time. She was so tiny and petite like her momma. I also remember being Jessica's helper one day in August when I was between jobs. Olivia didn't even crawl then and slept in her baby carrier half the day. And now she is ONE ... walking, dancing, and getting everyone's attention. Olivia also became a cousin 3 weeks ago. So not only am I at this party thinking how big Olivia has become in just a short amount of time, I have her twin cousins to compare. The babies were so tiny and helpless, while Olivia was walking around and being the star of the show. So much changes in just 1 year!
