some good news. we may have chosen a name for this little packet of wonder that currently has her foot underneath my ribs. don’t get too excited. i’m not going to actually tell you the name. [no philosophical reason for the secrecy, really. i just don't want to know what you think of the name until it's too late for me to change my mind again. i have a very fragile mind.]

so i did what any slightly obsessive, freakishly paranoid parent would do and sat down with the latest pottery barn kids catalog to make sure that my near choice isn’t about to be catapulted into coolness. it’s not that i have anything against coolness–it’s just not something that i’ve ever done well. and, really, when one is sitting the razor thin line between 29 and 30 it just doesn’t seem like the moment to change your coolness status. i’m not sure how my un-coolness will transfer to my progeny at this point, but that’s a worry i can’t worry about right now. [come on, i was the president of FLOA--future librarians of america--in high school.]

in case you’re curious, here are the latest pottery barn girls names in alphabetical order. [my apologies to those of you with small men, maybe that will be the next installment.]

abby, abigail, addison, allie, alyssa, amber, amy, annie, audrey, bailey, bella, betsy, brittany, brooke, callie, cameron, cara, carolina, caroline, chloe, ella, erin, haley, harper, isabelle, izzy, jaime, janet, janie, katie, lizzie, lucy, madeline, madison, mckenna, olivia, payton, peyton, sabrina, shelby, sophie