On Saturday night, I dreamed that I gave birth to my baby in the upstairs bathroom of my house - not on purpose. Kind of a "Oh, yikes! The kid is coming right now!" sort of thing. In my dream, The Husband was still sleeping in our room, so I just took care of business on my own. I saw that it was a boy and I thought, "Aww, MAN! What on EARTH are we going to name this kid?"
Because, you see, the night before I had this dream, The Husband announced at dinner that he didn't like my #1 choice of boy's name. Boo.
So then I spent the rest of the night, in my dreams, wracking my brain trying to come up with a decent male name. We ran out of good boy names when we had the Squeaker, which is why the Cookie ended up being named after an uncle. I woke up thinking that perhaps some of the more obscure names from my family history aren't so bad. When I say "obscure," I mean like "Welcome" and "Leonhardt."
That would kind of make for enjoyable family introductions. The Cookie and Squeaker have regular biblical names so it would kind of be like "...And these are our children, Bob, Dan, and Van Ransler."
I have a HUGE list of adorable girl's names, so there's not really any point to fussing over that. But if we have a boy...well...we just might be in trouble.