The first time I was pregnant, Chris and I were in violent agreement that our impending daughter would have a normal name. It would be a girl's name, it would be spelled the regular way, and it would be familiar to anyone who heard it. We didn't want her to be Emma B. for her entire life, but neither did we want her to be the only Kumquat she ever met. And then, one day Chris sent me an email suggesting that we name her after some random town in Italy, to which neither of us had never been. I have no idea where he got the name, and since he now denies that this ever happened neither does he, but he tried to sell me on it by telling me there was an ancient amphitheater there. I shot him down, we moved on, and Amelia eventually emerged victorious.
With pregnancy #2 we had the same plan - a normal name. And then, in the middle of Mia's mommy and me class one morning, I decided I had the perfect name for our son. It wasn't normal, many people would have no idea how to spell it, it may be familiar to some, but not as a first name, and I was fairly sure he would never meet another one. But I didn't care, this was the name. I even went so far as to run it by Swistle (didn't you know she was my Top Secret Internet Baby Name Consultant?) and got her somewhat qualified approval. I used this name in my head for weeks before I concluded that, for no reason in particular, it just wasn't this baby's name. But I still sort of love it, so I am throwing it out there in the hopes that someone else will love it too and use it and then I will get to take all the credit.
The name is....
*trumpets* *drumroll* *etc.*
Come on, you know that totally rocks.