Somewhere on this list is Baby Girl’s name. I hope.

As mentioned here and here, we thought we wanted to name the baby Clare. But then I had second thoughts. And third and fourth thoughts. And pregnant hormones mixed in with those thoughts which has resulted in a lot of crying and worrying and statements like “Fine, let’s just let Poppy decide. What do you want to call you baby sister? Booby Bah? Ok. Done.”
Naming a child – a person – is hard work. I love playing around with all the beautiful possibilities and combinations, but then sometimes I get overwhelmed at choosing just one. The right one. The one that I love, that Jacob loves, that this precious baby girl will love. And as my loving friends and family say, it’ll come to us. And it will be the perfect name for her when it does. In the meanwhile, I have to keep a stiff upper lip. Let the “Oh my God, you can’t name her that!” comments roll off my back. Stay focused on our task at hand. Have fun. Let go. Wait for lightening to strike the crumpled piece of paper on the sidewalk that reads “Hello Mama and Daddy, my name is ______ Wadenpfuhl and I can’t wait to meet you in October!”






























