Several people have asked if we're going to share this baby's name before she arrives.
Quite frankly, I'm not sure.
I liked the anticipation and surprise of not sharing Sadie's name until she was born.
Plus, I'm really not fond of other people's opinions when it comes to names for our baby.
Plus one more, I really have no idea what we're going to name her.
There are at least 8 names on the list (on Monday there were only 3).
I am very indecisive when it comes to these things.
This is unfortunate since I get the final say on this one's name.
Jeff had the final say on Sadie's, so it only seems fair.
One thing we have decided on is her middle name.
I like the idea of middle names having a purpose.
My middle name is Marie, after my maternal grandmother.
Well, it turns out her middle name is actually Maria.
Actually, her first name is Maria and her middle name is Priscilla.
But all of her sisters (and there were lots of 'em) are named "Maria _____,"
so she just goes by Priscilla, and they all go/went by their middle names.
It's kind of confusing.
And including me, she has FOUR granddaughters "named" after her.
FOUR granddaughters with the middle name Marie.
And no one knew that her real name was Maria Priscilla until about ten years ago.
They were all out to breakfast (my mom, her siblings, and her parents) and my grandma made a comment about how she didn't have anyone named after her.
They all sort of stared at her like she was nuts.
"Well, I don't."
"Um, Muh (that's what they call her. Weird, I know),
you actually have four granddaughters named after you: Rachelle, Lindsay, Carriane, and Brittany."
"But their middle names are Marie."
"Exactly."
"My middle name is Maria."
"WTHeck? Why didn't you ever say anything?"
"I just thought you liked the name."
Good grief.
I practically had an identity crisis.
So, alas, I think names are important. When they're the right ones.
Tune in for {Part 2} to learn the middle name we've chosen for baby girl numero dos.
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