At almost 6 1/2 months pregnant, it's high time we narrowed down our names for little panda [our nickname for unborn baby Bezanson]...but the sheer WEIGHT of such a big decision can be chest crushing. Growing up with a name I was never quite fond of, I have always felt added pressure that one day when I had kids of my own I'd have to pick JUST the right name, & that pressure has only become magnified as my due date draws closer & closer.
Patrick & I have narrowed things down from a looooong list. At first there were probably 30 names for a girl & the same for a boy. We eventually cut it down to 5 each & now, we're at a comfortable 3 each which we'll take to the hospital & then try to get a feel for just who our gunk-soaked & squishy-faced newborn really is. But besides the first name pressure, is the added nightmare of middle names. How many? One or more? Traditional & maybe a homage to family members? or something completely oddball & off the beaten path?
It's all quite exciting, with a side of nervous jitters. I don't want my child to look at me one day & say "I hate my name". I want them to feel strong, confident & at peace with it...like it fits them like a glove & they can't imagine being anything else. A mother can dream, right?
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