This weekend, we went to our friends’ house for brunch, and one of the couples was expecting their first baby, a boy. She was wearing a bright pink shirt over her round belly. “Have you chosen a name?” I asked them, while slicing bagels for my own children.
“We have a short list,” the woman told me. “But we’re waiting to meet him before deciding.”
I completely understood. With our first child — Toby — we chose his name when I was pregnant. We wanted a friendly name, and have you ever met a Toby you didn’t like? When he was born, the name suited him perfectly and we were off to the races.
With our second baby, however, we had a list of girls’ names but were stumped on boys’. And although we had some names in mind — Elias, Julian, Sasha — when the baby was born, he was so square-jawed and brooding that the more poetic names didn’t seem to fit. So, we went back to brainstorming and came up with ‘Anton.’ Now I can’t imagine him with any other name.
What about you? Would (or did) you choose a name before they were born or after meeting them? Curious to hear…