Naming the Baby

I have found this pregnancy to be (knock on wood) very easy so far. The first trimester passed like a breeze, with only a little nausea of which to speak. The second trimester brought challenges unrelated to the process of adding to our family, with the occasional need for Matthew to talk my hormones down off a ledge. Here, with less than halfway to go, I can see the third trimester holding only good things for all three of us.

But our daughter remains void of a serious name, and I fear she will never make friends if we continue to call her "Fetusaurus" after her birth. Names really are more important than you think; it's something you don't realize until it is your responsibility to assign one to somebody you've never met. I feel like there is one name out there that already belongs to her; we just have to find it. This may be an impossible approach.