I can’t let it go.
It’s been 3.4 years and I can’t let it go.
I want to change my son’s middle name. Last year I insisted it should be Jagger.
This year I’ve taken up on behalf of Xavier. Nevermind that it was the name of the first boy I ever held hands with; we were three. That doesn’t disqualify the name (amirite??).
In hindsight I’m a little annoyed that I gave in on any of my choices just because Ian didn’t like them. There should be no husband veto power. Yes, we are both the parents, yes we get an equal say in raising these brand new human beings, yes we are partners in this journey into parenthood.
But naming? That should be the sole domain of mommy. You know, like morning sickness, leg cramps, that disgusting orange glucose drink and post-partum hemorrhoids. He can name those.
While I haven’t taken up an alternative name crusade for my daughter yet, I do reminisce about some of the names that were left on the cutting room floor.
Here are the top 10 girl names that never were*:
1) Olivia. About 8 days after Ian and I started dating I introduced this name as the moniker of our future daughter. He wasn’t fond of it at first, but over the next few years it stuck. We were married 6 years before we had a girl and this was her name in every fictitious scenario…until I got pregnant. Suddenly it fit as well as my jeans at 20 weeks — which is to say not at all.
2) Scarlett. This was a front runner alongside Olivia since the day Jack White bestowed it upon his baby girl. Ian loved it, I loved it – it was nearly set in stone…again until I got pregnant. Too popular?
3) Clara. Along the lines of Scarlett, we picked this one up from Flea of the Red Hot Chili Peppers. Sadly the cow from Mickey Mouse Clubhouse ruined it.
4) Isla or Twyla. Sing-songy and unique, these were at the top of my list as soon as we found out we were having a girl. Plus Twyla Tharp’s The Creative Habit is a huge inspiration for me.
5) Skye, Schuyler and Chyler. Maybe it’s the familiarity of my own name, but I adore the hard C sound. Too vain.
6) January. I admit I was seriously obsessed with season 3 of Mad Men which had wrapped up just as I got pregnant. We finally ditched it when they confirmed the month of February as my due date.
7) Bellamy. It means good friend. That’s something I hope my daughter IS and HAS.
8) Violet, Vivian and Ivy. I have a thing for the Vs.
9) Winter. Yeah, I got the idea from Nicole Ritchie, so what? It’s cute. Plus, unlike January, it would still be appropriate. Other nouns I was in love with: Clementine and Magnolia.
10) Marrin. First suggested by my mother-in-law this was in the running for most of her gestational period. Ultimately we just couldn’t figure out how to spell it. Marinn, Maryn, Marin, Maren. It also looked too much like my name but wasn’t intended to be pronounced that way. Too confusing.
*in the interest of full disclosure, my daughter’s real name is among these “finalists”. Chloe is her blog alias (she works with the secret service, you know). So be gentle when you weigh in on my peculiar tastes.
What names did you leave on your delivery room floor?