And another thing! (More name chatter...)

Neither of the names Halley or Kaitlyn rival, say, Emily, in the name popularity contest. Kaitlyn and Halley (note, that's Halley, like alley, like the Comet, not Hailey, like rocks falling on my head) may not be as obscure as, say, Lyric or Willow, but they definitely aren't the Jennifers of the upcoming generation.

And I really wasn't shooting entirely for "obscure" but rather, "meaningful to me." If I had an aunt Emily I adored, I might choose Emily, regardless of its convention.

Chatting virtually with friends about potential names before I make a final call on the big day is fun! So please don't think I'm asking because I'm totally second guessing everything. That's a big chauvinistic, really. (She's not sure about the middle name! She's pregnant and hormonal!)

Now, if you want to know about hormonal freak outs, how about my entire house being a shambles so that my fat, immobile pregnant ass can't get around without tripping because it's taking Kevin four times as long to paint (I told him so, repeatedly) the rooms, and he's going out of town for the next two weekends for work even though the painting won't be done, and the baby is coming in 37 days, and I don't really have anything for her to wear or be wiped or changed or fed with yet, and my back hurts so freaking much I can't walk some days, and when my back isn't hurting, my esophagus is having an acid hole burned through it so that I can't sleep more than four hours a night during this last month which I thought I was going to be my last month of sleep for the next four years.