When I was pregnant with #4, I was pretty sure she was a girl. In fact, the day the test was positive I told the Computer Guy, "I'm pregnant. It's a girl. Her name is #4." Just like that. Even the ultrasound guy with his less than confident, "I'm 70% sure it's not a boy." was not enough to shake my confidence. Until I went into labor.
Then I panicked. I was a few hours from having a baby that might be a boy because 70% sure it's not a boy is way different from 100% sure it's a girl. See what I mean? And if the baby was a boy he had no name except #4, and what kind of name is #4 for a boy?
We debated boys names for about an hour, me frantically and the Computer Guy in his half-interested my-wife-has-lost-her-mind way. We agreed on nothing. Then I got a brainstorm to let the television pick a name for us. (What? You don't name your babies this way?) My brilliant idea was that he would push the up channel on the remote until I said stop and we would name him the first boy name we heard. Simple.
On the first time, I let it flip through all the channels twice only to stop on the movie Horatio Hornblower. Horatio. Um, no. Let's give it another whirl.
Second try, PBS's biography of Horatio Nelson Jackson, the first guy to drive across the United States. Horatio again. No. I did tell my sweet husband that if we hit another Horatio that I would take it as a sign that that was his name and the discussion would be over.
Third time's the charm and we landed on CSI:Miami. Yup, good old Horatio Caine sealed the deal. Our son Horatio.
The nurse came in and asked if we had baby names picked out and I piped up, "Yes. #4 for a girl and Horatio for a boy." The Computer Guy rolled his eyes and looked pained.
She was a girl, of course, our own sweet #4. But every time I tell that story I can just picture God and Gabriel and Michael and all the rest hanging out on a couch watching us and Gabriel calling out, "Hey, Mikey, double or nothing I can make her hit it again."
11 comments:
What a great story! So true about the angels rolling dice on you! Hilarious!
Remind me to tell you my baby name stories that I can't share publicly bc my husband doesn't know...
:)
How funny.
You really are a comedian sometimes.
So what did you call your #4 daughter??
We didn't know what #5 was, I agreed to a boy name while I was in labor. I REALLY didn't like it. really, really, really. thankfully #5 was a girl. PHEW.
T. was Ocho for a few days after his birth.
#4 really is an . . . interesting . . . name. Different, that's for certain. Is it from Men in Black? ;-)
Burgh Baby,
It's her secret identity, so you and RD wouldn't want me to blow it would you? How can a superhero function without her secret identity?
That is very funny.
I love that!
I know #4's name and I can tell you, it's A LOT better than Horatio!
Love, Suzanne
This is beyond a doubt the best baby name story I've ever read (and I've read a lot)! I was just randomly visiting blogs, and landed on yours, and I'm glad I did. I'll have to check in again. :)
I've got a 'Thomas Horatio' I love the name. I was going for Linus (the pope, not Peanuts...) with him, the DH put the kibosh on that during the post-partum haze.
Your blog is lovely.
Laughing my giant pregnant butt off! Thanks hon...I needed that!
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