Ah, the wonderful task of picking a name for a couple's unborn child. Such a calming, exciting, and agreeable time for all parties involved. NOT. If there could be any couple placed together on earth who has the most opposite opinion on names, then God paired us correctly! Every name that I picked, my husband scowled at. And every name that my husband picked, well, he felt the same way toward me- that I scowled at it. We couldn't come to a common ground if we wanted to!
If it wasn't the name, it was the way the name was spelled. For example, I loved the name Geno, and hubs loved the name Gino. I loved the name Suriah, and hubs loved the name Sariah. As you can see, the names are said the same and depict the same exact name, with different spellings. But both of us were so bent on having the name spelled OUR way, that it was impossible for us to agree on anything. I liked Jesse Rey, and hubs liked the name Jesse Rey James.
At one point, we even got into a screaming match on the phone as to why our way was better than the other, and why spelling it the other way either made the name look ugly, or sound girly. It was a very vicious battle that, at times, got pretty ugly. To the point where we'd stop talking to each other! Looking back on it now, and even at the time, it was absolutely hilarious what we were putting ourselves through to name our child.
The best part about the passion we both had, though, was the fact that we both wanted to find the perfect name for our baby. A name that was uncommon. For a boy, a name that was strong and carried his Daddy's middle name. For the girl, a soft and flowing name that was beautiful and unusual. We had the same goal to name our child something he or she would be proud of, and that others would view as strong or beautiful.
Eventually, we agreed to stop talking about what we were going to name our baby. We were getting into a battle that didn't need to exist just yet, especially since we didn't even know the gender of the baby yet. Though, I would like to argue that as soon as we found out I was pregnant, we immediately began calling him a he, and never blinked an eye at the other option. Both of us were certain that we were going to have a little boy. So, for now, the names go on hold and we can go back to getting along and enjoying each others company, rather than grimacing at each other for the argument the other was insultingly putting up against the other.
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