I’m a firm believer in waiting until the baby is born to pick a name. Not because I necessarily want to keep the name a secret so as to reveal it in a Beyonce-like fashion on Instagram, but purely because I’m indecisive and a bit of a procrastinator! Sure, I’d love to pick a name early and be able to personalize every-thang, but, it’s just not in my nature. So, yes, I’m “waiting until I see her face.” Because as much as I want her to be a “this name” or “that name,” her face might just tell me she’s a “completely different name.” And, because this decision seems to confuse and irritate so many friends, family, and even strangers, I put together this list to share some benefits to waiting (and, possibly, to further justify my position on this matter).
1. You could have a Beyonce or Kylie-like Instagram reveal, if you really want to.
Honestly, most people I talk to think this is why I’m waiting to reveal the baby’s name. And, these days with Instagram influencers, bloggers, and celebrities keeping baby names (and pregnancies?) secret, who could blame them? This isn’t my reason for waiting, but it does open up a world of possibilities…and cute Instagram posts!
2. Less opinions and criticisms to sort through.
I mean, picking a name for another human is a big deal. It will be with them for the rest of their lives – talk about pressure! So, why pile on more pressure from family, friends, or even perfect strangers? It’s crazy how many people suddenly have very strong opinions about what you should and shouldn’t name your unborn baby when you become pregnant. Waiting to pick a name means I can talk through names with my husband and that’s it. Of course, I’ll get some options from multiple people, and some might even make the list, or become the name we pick, but they don’t have to! My son’s name actually came from an idea my dad had!
3. Your perfect name just isn’t their name.
My husband and I picked our son’s name literally the minute he was placed on my chest. We had a list of names we liked, a few were at the top of the list, and I remember saying “this is Kash,” while my doctor was handing me this screaming, purple, nine pound baby boy. My husband agreed, and that was that! Let’s rewind eight hours when I was in labor and convinced that his name would be “Ryne” or “Gordon.” Nope. When he came out, he was a “Kash” all the way. Even now, two years later, his name still suits him. Although, at times he’s more of a “Krash” than a “Kash.”
So, for the last three months of my pregnancy, you can find me obsessing over how to decorate a shared room for a toddler boy and baby girl and not over what that baby girl’s name is going to be. It’ll come to me.
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