For All Who Care
We have been in debates about what to call this presently baking Hoffman---the Bean was, of course, the Bean, and still is. I had started referring to Embryo #2 as "Vampira" because s/he was sucking the life force from me. Someone, perhaps Gene, pointed out that it was a particularly gender-specific nickname, and we would be remiss if we didn't admit we'd love a boy this time around. Don't get your knickers in a knot, we'll love a girl passionately too, I'm just saying. So Vampira is out. Another friend uses "Noodle", which is cute, but somehow I'm not quite warmed to it. Perhaps because noodles are so gentle and inoffensive and tend not to cause stomach upheavals.
However. This morning I stumbled upon possibly the best in utero name ever, and maybe even for afterwards:
What doesn't it cover? It's gender neutral. It's Southern, obviously. It's cute without being vomit-making. Mostly I like it because it's Southern, okay, I give. But also feature that I found it in one of the funniest books ever,
"God Save the Sweet Potato Queens" by Jill Connor Browne. If you haven't heard of the Sweet Potato Queens, you are really missing sumthin' spehshul. I want to be like this when I grow up, once all the baby making and raising up is done with. Check 'em out.
Peabo says so.
by at April 30, 2006 2:34 PM
Peabo! So cool! Congrats!
Posted by: FijiBill on May 3, 2006 8:54 PM