So, today I am 16 weeks along. (I know, time goes so fast when you’re not the one pregnant, right?) So, The Pastor and I have been discussing names. And when I say “discussing” I mean that I make a list and he marks all the names off the list, then I make a new list and he marks all those off. Babies are ridiculously hard to name. You would think it’d get easier, but it only gets harder the more kids you have. Your first child, you get to choose from any name in the world you like. Your second child, you have to pick a name that “matches” the first in style and quality but isn’t too much like it. (We’ve all seen families where the first child is Willow and the second child is John. And we think, “Wow. What on earth made them choose such opposite names?” We’ve also met families where the first child is Jaylon and the second child is Gaylon, and we think, “Don’t they get confused having almost the exact same name?”) Third child has to match, but not be too close, to names one and two. Fourth has to match, but not be too close, to names one, two, and three. You see how this gets difficult. Let me just say, I’m tapped out of names. I’ve got nothing. I must have used all my creativity on the first three and have nothing left. It doesn’t help that The Pastor and I don’t really ever see completely eye to eye on names anyway. (He like Nicholas, I like Blaise.) I’m beginning to rethink my decision to not find out the sex, just so I can narrow down the name search a bit. It is so difficult to find names, that’d it’d be so nice to just cut out even looking at names that are not the gender of the baby. I know, I have plenty of time to pick, but I’ve kind of set a high standard for names and need every available week I’ve got to find and equally awesome name. Perhaps I should have thought of that when naming the first three. Perhaps I should have set the bar low so it’d be easier to find a name now. I’ll end up with a Pilot Inspektor or Tallulah Applebelle at my current rate.