So I was just asked about naming my kids. The question was, did you pick a name first or wait until you saw the child to put a name with them? My answer is sooo going to irritate some of my pregnant friends right now but it’s okay they will still love me tomorrow.
I am a firm believer of finding out the sex of the baby while you are pregnant. Now although I have to find out because curiosity and the cat you know, I have another totally valid reason for wanting to know.
When I was pregnant with Brandon one of the common things I started hearing is that babies are the same outside of your body as they are inside. This scared the living shit out of me since my son was never NEVER EVER KIND OF calm inside of me. Brandon was all kinds of nuts in there. I often joked that he was karate chopping me already in there. We went in for an ultrasound and here was this little person kicking and stomping with major fury and I knew I was in big shit trouble when this little guy came out. I started reading books and baby name websites and nothing really seemed right to me. Then I was reading Tommy Lee’s (hubba hubba) autobiography and he was talking about his tattoos. He has these ones on his wrists with his sons names Brandon and Dylen.
DING DING DING DING DING LIGHTBULB
Brandon. That was the name. I mean hello if the bad ass of all bad asses had named his son Brandon it had to be a pretty bad ass name right. Aside from loving the name I started mentally scanning all the Brandons and the only two I came up with were my ex boyfriends little brother Brandon who was a total cutie and a closet bad ass and Brandon Taylor, this kid I went to school with, who was totally nuts and unique and independent. So I decided to try it out. I paid attention to the little man inside of me. I started calling him Brandon and I just knew that was the name for him. Brandon was set in stone. There was NOTHING that ANYONE could do to change his name!
Now two years later I have a son who is to say the least a complete bad ass, very independent and is literally walking around karate chopping everything in site. When he was two weeks old at the doctor they informed me, that I will never be the one making the decisions for this child, and that this little guy was already completly in control of my destiny. Well no shit sherlock. Sooo with Brandon it rang true, he is on the outside exactly as he was on the inside.
But the coolest part of all, is the day he came out, I felt like I already knew him. I had been talking to him and playing him his song that I came up totally based on his personality (Simple Man by Lyndard Skynard gotta be a bad ass to rock the Skynard) and I knew with out a doubt the choice was right. When he came out, it was like saying hi to someone who had been on vacation for nine months that I could only talk to via e-mail. I know now that if I had waited to find out he was a boy, or even found out but waited to name him, I wouldn’t have had as great of a bond with him because I think the naming him part is what helped me talk to him and bond with him.
So now here I am I find myself pregnant with another little boy. This little boy so far is polar opposite from Brandon. He is quite, he moves only with a purpose or when he is extremely annoyed (ie when mom is squishing her belly to make him wiggle). He doesn’t react to spicy food, but to ice cream instead. He has a mild temper but you have to really piss him off to see it come out (I’m thinking when Brandon steals his toy Brandon better get his ass out of the way fast or he’s going to be hit with a death ray). Codi isn’t a Lynard Skynard type of guy. I think he will be more artsy and a bit more quite. Codi is going to be like his momma. He is going to wear his heart on his sleeve, love easy and fall hard. Codis song from me, is the Pretenders I’ll Stand by you. It’s basically a song saying, hey I’m here for you I’ve been there before and what mom doesn’t spend her whole life trying to tell her kids she was once in high school to and once even fell in love after three weeks and I’m just like you, only older and less cool now?
With Codi we went through a lot of names. Rob kept throwing names out and I would try them for a day. None of them were right. He said Stephen. I knew this kid wasn’t a Stephen. Not by any means. That doesn’t suit his personality one bit! We suggested Caleb and while that is a calm name, there is no hidden bad ass in Caleb. Because you see, while Codi might be a little calmer, this kid is still going to be a hidden bad ass. While I think Codi will be independent and stubborn in a totally different way from Brandon the Boss I also think Codi will let me call the shots a little longer and maybe try not to grow up quite as fast as his brother. Now, when this little guy comes out, I already feel so bonded with him that hopefully he will feel just like another one of my little buddies who was on vacation.
I am filled with curiosity about whether Codi will come out and I will feel instantly as though I already know the depths of his soul like I did with Brandon. The second I heard him cry I already knew him, I felt his soul and I knew he and I were going to be bonded together forever, even if it would be a long journey ahead with us both calling the shots.
Soooo. Long story short. This is how I name my kids. I can’t imagine having them be born and looking at them for a few seconds and pretending to know who they are. This is why it is my own personal preference to find out the sex. If Brandon had been a girl, she would have needed some kind of incredible name to hold up to the personality she would have had. I never ever found a girl name for him probably because somehow I knew he wasn’t a girl, and because I’m not sure there has ever been a girls name bad ass enough to stand up to the female version of my son.
So now it is your turn. How did you come up with names? Did you wait until they were born, decide based on what you like or what? Are there other methods? Did you simply go with a family name? This has all got me very interested.
Also this whole I versus Y business has been very fun for me. I’m especially amused that you all thought the I was girly but were scared to tell me! You are all silly, from now on, let it be known I can totally take the heat so let me know. If anything it will spark a good debate! But I have to ask since Swistle pointed it out are the names Eli and Levi considered girly to you too or would they be manly if they were Ely and Levy????????
So a few weeks ago we announced the babies name. His name will be Codi. The first thing my grandma did was write and say that names ending with an “I” are girly. I wasn’t sure how she figured this but okay whatever. I told her I really didn’t care, that names were getting so weird anymore that it wouldn’t matter. Then an anonymous blogger leaves a comment saying the same thing. Now! I’m not changing the name, because like I said one of my kids is going to have an “i” in their name if it kills me. However, I just want an opinion on this, do people really think certain names are feminine or masculine based on the last letter of the name? This is sooo odd to me if it is true because really who made up these rules? Anyway I want your opinions. Is Codi really that girly? This is totally a curiosity thing like I said I won’t change the name just curious.
First of all let me start by saying that Codi now has a birth date. Codi Daniel will be born November 16th 2007 if all goes right and the OR is available that day! I know that it is 9 days early but the doctor assured me that the baby will be big enough plus we will do an ultrasound to double check. What he also said is that he would rather do it early because if I contract at all then I can hemorrhage or have other very serious problems from the bleeding and clotting early in the pregnancy.
Also I have an ultrasound scheduled for October 1st to see how Codi is growing and to make sure the blood isn’t getting in his way! I gained too much weight for the doctors liking so to celebrate I ate some delicious chocolate. There isn’t much I can do about my weight since I’ve only been allowed to walk as exercise for a month now, and lets be realistic, who is going to go walking when its 4000 degrees outside HMMMMMMMM! I have been eating pretty well and since I had just lost 30 lbs before getting pregnant I’m not even worried about losing weight again now that I know mentally I can do it!
Other then that Codi’s heart was great. My blood pressure is still totally below what it should be so clearly that isn’t a worry. I waddled over and pre-registered for the delivery and in a week I go take my glucose test.
All in all it was a good appointment. I go back in two weeks. 81 more days people 81 holy shit!
I had a dream last night. I’m going to tell as much of it as I can remember first then I’ll tell you my totally fucked up way of interpreting it.
In this dream I was holding a little baby. I had the oven preheated and for reasons I can not remember for the life of me I had to put my child in the oven. Something in the dream kept telling me it was best and it was the right thing to do. So I pulled out the oven rack and put my little baby on the rack and he started screaming from pain and wiggling and I had to shove him in and close it real fast. I walked away and went into the bedroom with Rob to sit and wait. I was relieved the baby wasn’t crying but then right when I started feeling relief we heard screams. Rob went to get the baby and I kept pleading with him that it was what we had to do, we had to leave him there, even though the whole time I wanted him out. It right at this time that I woke up thinking what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck.
My first thought was that it was Brandon. But then I realized this may have been my very first dream about Codi. I’m mad now that I couldn’t make my mind look more at the baby so I could see if it was Codi. What really upsets me about this dream aside from the sheer horror of it that won’t go away, is how I interpreted it. Since I went to the hospital I kept feeling like I am going to lose Codi. Either before he’s born or right after, like shortly after. Now I’m wondering if this wasn’t my bodies way of agreeing with me and if the oven didn’t symbolize me having to cremate my little son. I have always had major issues with cremation because my dad was cremated. Because of that I kept having these horrible visuals of burning the body of someone you love. I always freaked out until I had a kid. Then I knew I could never bury my son if he died because he needed to still be at home with me as that was all he had known. I knew also that if I were to lose Codi now, I would do the same. So now, all I can think is it was a premonition of sorts telling me I’m going to have to cremate this child and I’M LOSING MY FUCKING MIND PEOPLE. I feel as if him screaming and us wanting him out is because we didn’t want to let him go and believe he was gone but I knew in the end we had to do it because it was the better place. The problem is that now I’m stuck with images of my screaming child in the fucking oven and I can’t get them out of my mind. I don’t even have to close my eyes they are just floating there in front of me.
I just want this to go away. I hate this dream. Why would I have such a horrific dream if it wasn’t meant to symbolize anything? I have so many other things that are happening that keep telling me I won’t have this kid, like he hasn’t hiccuped yet. Brandon hiccuped at least 5-6 times a day. All I keep thinking is the lack of hiccups mean my baby isn’t even trying to learn to breath.
Seriously people, I never entirely let you in on my crazy but dude….this is a shit storm of crazy and I just want it gone. The worst part is my husband was out of town and I couldn’t even wake up and tell him!
Both of these damn onsies are size new born..Hmmmmm. Imagine how pissed I would be if all I had showed up with at the hospital was the size on the left, that shit won’t fit a damn newborn!
Which is why I say, buy more then one brand and PACK more then one brand when you go to the hospital so your child doesn’t come home in an outfit looking like this.
P.S. Katie I hope I got these posted up fast enough for you!
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