Name angst

Not much new to report this week.

Snow continues to wreak havoc with all our schedules, not to mention just making life more difficult in general.

My belly continues to expand. Staying upright is a challenge. I grow large... I grow large... I shall soon resemble a barge.

K continues to complain when it's time to change out of his pajamas and leave the house. Which I guess is not a bad trait given how this winter has gone.

Today I got the dreaded Friday 4 p.m. phone call saying I'm being staffed on a big deal. As I've confessed here before, at 35 weeks pregnant, this does not make me jump for joy. But I can't exactly tell them that I don't want to do any work, but they should keep paying me. Anyway, in a month or so, no more Friday afternoon phone calls!

Still no name for the baby. I have been preoccupied with finding a name lately, but we can't seem to agree on anything. I'd like to blame JW for being obstructionist, but this week he actually sent me a list of names like he promised. It's probably more me than him. I have all these identity issues tied up in the baby's name. With K's name, we picked an Indian-American crossover name. But it's not like we had a long list to choose from. We didn't really have any backup names that we liked very much. With this baby, we decided to do an American name. But we already have a very American last name. I just can't see myself as the mother of a Mike Smith. I  feel like Mike Smith is a white guy, not my kid. On the other hand, I feel like Vishnu Smith is too far in the other direction. My current plan is that JW and I will come up with a list of names we can both live with, put them in a hat, and let K pick after the baby is born. And then just get used to the name, because it'll be our son. I'm not sure what else to do, since I've been thinking about this for months and we don't have a single name that we both like.