Nov 1, 2011
(I don't feel right calling these posts "what I wore" anymore because what I wore isn't so interesting...it's more about what I'm carrying around. But, I will probably still link up cause it's just fun!)
I am such a different preggo than I was the first go around. Obviously, I'm getting bigger faster (like I haven't complained and whined about that enough...), but I don't feel nearly as nervous as I did with Cara. I have yet to pick up a pregnancy or childbirth book, I haven't worried as much about forbidden foods, and I have absolutely no idea what we are going to name this little boy. With Cara, I was the exact opposite, devouring every pregnancy and childbirth book I could get my hands on, avoiding caffeine, lunch meat, and soft cheeses like they were poison, but the biggest difference is that name-thing. Cara had a name the day we found out that she was a she, but I feel like this little boy's name is more of a mystery.
Boys' names seem to come with more connotations and impressions to me. He could sound stately and powerful or he could sound like a rock star, but what I really want is a name that works for both. A stately, powerful rock star. Then there's the possibility of adding a family connection to his name. Or not. We could continue the pattern and give him a C name to match his sister. Or not. And obviously, I have to avoid names of annoying/creepy/mean students, especially ones who are still burned into my memory seven years later. There will be no Zacs in this house, ever.
So this little bear's name eludes me for now. Good thing I still have 18 weeks or so to figure it out.