Week 19, Day 5
Yesterday was my first appointment with my regular OB, Dr. Oliver, since Dr. Binka-Binka gave us all that good news. For the first time, there was no ultrasound. Just the Doppler of the heartbeat, which was 152 wubba-wubbas a minute. Then she went over the perinatologist’s report, and when she mentioned the part about the baby being a boy, she asked, “Do you have a name?”
No, I answered. No name. We had a name for a girl, but we absolutely do not have a name for a boy. We’re nowhere close to having a name for a boy.
“What would the girl’s name have been?” she asked.
Emma Rose. Emma for my grandfather’s mother, Emma Franke, and my grandmother’s grandmother, Emily Chase, and for Michael’s dad, Emmett; Rose for my mother, Cheryl Rose, and also through stretching to honor Michael’s mom, Sharyn (Rose of Sharon), and finally because that six-year-old daughter of my best friend who beat cancer and inspired me to be willing to try to have children is Caitlin Rose.
But I don’t think this Little Dude is going to answer to Emma Rose.
So we’re compiling lists; a list of possibles, a list of family names, a list of no-way-nohows. It may take the remaining 20 weeks to settle on something, but we’ve gotten started.
Coming soon, a list of names that didn’t make the cut.