Sigh. Ok, people, I know I have asked for your help with this before, but frankly, it didn't help. So I am going back to the well one more time in hopes of brilliant inspiration that will save me from an absolute mental breakdown and allow me to get back to the critical business of laundering itty bitty fleece footie jammies and vacuuming the inside of my freezer. (No lie on that one, I vacuumed the inside of my freezer. It seemed the easiest way to get all the bits of frozen waffle out. Worked like a charm.) Anywho, when I say "go," I want you to give me your very best boy name. Or your top three. Or five. But absolutely no more than five. No restrictions, just whatever you want to throw at me (although I lean strongly toward very traditional names, so if you want to be actually helpful here you may decide to keep that in mind.)
You have got to help me here. If we don't come up with a name soon I may experience a moment of pregnancy-induced insanity and succumb to my husband's recent campaign to name this poor, unsuspecting fetus after my former cat. And do you all really want a travesty like that on your heads? No, you do not.