Is it wrong not to tell? Why do I feel so guilty every time someone asks us that question of “do you have a name”? Our response has always been “we do, but we’re keeping it a secret”. Now, come to think of it, we have not been entirely truthful on the “having a name” thing. We have had the first name for quite some time now but we actually have been struggling on the middle name… well, Sara has at least. I, on the other hand, was not stressing. Although I am interested in (actually vested in, but more on that later) a middle name, I was not so hard-pressed to find something so urgently. What I failed to realize was that Sara’s earnest need for closure in that chapter in here nesting prep and my complacency did not necessarily jive.So after being backed into the metaphorical corner, I perused the list of name candidates posted on the refrigerator, mulled them over, and presented her with my choice on Friday evening on our way down to Long Island for the weekend. She now has closure, and my take-away… listen to the woman.
And no, we’re still not telling…
Note: comic courtesy of bizarrocomic.blogspot.com

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