Naming

For the longest of long times, I have wanted to name my future son Max. It’s a good name. A fun name. You can pretty easily imagine the mischievous and disarming grin of a Max.

Jeremy does not like the name Max.

I tried, campaigned, cajoled and hoped but to no avail. When is it ever to an avail? Jeremy does not, will not, cannot possibly like the name Max.

Compromise is the most annoying thing about marriage. Sometimes I really miss unilateral decision making.

“OK”, I said to Jeremy, “what names do you like?”

“Trucker.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Trucker!”

“Trucker?”

“Trucker!!”

“That’s not a name.” “Sure it is. Trucker!”

Pretty much every objection or question was answered by a jubilant “Trucker!” As if it were not only a name but the solution to all things.

We are not naming our son Trucker.

I haven’t yet been able to figure out if Jeremy is taking the piss or not. I mean, he can’t actually think that’s an acceptable name – can he? Surely this is all just a big hoax to wind me up and make me question his sanity. I think I’m doomed to never be sure.

I also suspect  that somehow, no matter what actual name our son is given, he’ll somehow wind up being known as Trucker.

Remember Tronald? 

Musings

The problem with me and pregnancy is that the majority of the 'symptoms' are just me in my normal life. In normal life I'm often tired, over-emotional and need to pee a lot. In pregnancy I am these things too. Possibly to a greater degree but it's hard to be sure and consequently I've had a hard time garnering the sympathy I feel owed (from jeremy) because I am growing a human. To be fair, if I wasn't me, I'd be suspicious too. 

So far what I've missed most is wine. Beautiful delicious red wine. This was not helped by our recent trip to the wineries of the Loire valley where I watched Jeremy taste a lot of beautiful delicious red wine. It's also not helped by a cruel forgetfulness that lets me think I can have a glass and then remember that no, actually, I can't. I've also missed pate and I'm not quite sure why because I pretty much never eat pate. I haven't missed sushi as I decided that was a dumb rule (after consulting multiple websites and ignoring the american ones). 

What I'm finding hardest is waiting. It's a pretty necessary component of pregnancy but I am SO IMPATIENT. Partly / mostly because I just want to know that everything's OK and to get on with the business of worrying about my child rather than worrying about the pregnancy. And also because that's just how I am - patience is not my virtue and I find myself staring at the calendar trying to will the weeks away faster. 

What I'm loving most is feeling him move. I wake up in the morning and just lie there in the semi wakefulness with my cat on my feet and feel the baby kick. So much of pregnancy is so public, so open to comment, I really value these moments where it's just me and him (and the cat).