The hell?

[angelchicken]

Last night I had a dream that I had a daughter. Like, I was pregnant and gave birth to a daughter.

Fine. Normal seeming dream.

Anyway, I was planning on naming her Abigail, as it is my favorite name that I could actually name a child (Amanda has always been my favorite girls name, but I can't ever name a child that. I did, though, name my Apricot Strawberry Shortcake doll whose name escapes me Amanda. Which is probably why I can't remember he real name. But I digress).

So, baby. Abigail. Excited. Cute. Blah, blah blah.

So I tell everyone that I have a new baby girl and her name wil be Abigail and everyone (whomever they may be) is al "Abigail? You can't name her that! That's terrible!" and so I cave to the masses and start listing off other names I might name her. And every one gets vetoed.

Finally, I'm just pissed off and I say, in a snitty voice, "Fine! I'll just name her Tinkerbell!" and everyone gets all excited and tells me that that is the right name.

So, I am distraught because I have a daughter named Tinkerbell and what a horrible life this girl will have (for some reason I couldn't legally change her name).

But, to make the lemonade, I called her Bella, which is infinitely better, I have to say, unless you are a wee little fairy from Neverland or a chihuahua belonging to Paris Hilton.

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There is so much to update about but I am so, so lazy, so just know that I had a mad productive weekend (which leads me to believe my Vicodin was spiked with Ritalin): I have blinds for the first time in about five years; my tooth is better, though it still kind of hurts and sometimes kind of unbearably, though my dentist was nice enough to have the foresight to prescribe 20 Vicodin for me; I went crazy at the Union Square Farmer's Market this weekend and have no regrets; and My Q&Q at work is 21/78 which isn't horrid, but not nearly as good as I had hoped it would be by now. I am blaming the recent move on my distracted state. That will hold me over until at least mid-October. Then I'll have to find another excuse.

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Dude. The Tinkerbell dream has been bugging me all day! My mom called to check on me and my mouth and I had to make sure she would still love me and my daughter, if the daughter was named Tinkerbell. She said yes. Thank goodness.

Comments

[ghoulchick.livejournal.com]

Aww. Hee. See now, in real life, we named our first daughter Claudia. When I told my mom on the phone, there was several seconds of silence as my mom tried to figure out what to say. She didn't hate the name, but it wasn't what she expected. But I was pretty post-delivery hormonal, and was crushed.

And then! Her middle name was supposed to be in honor of Mr.Ghoul's great aunt Bea, who was a very elderly family matriarch. So we picked Beatrice. Found out two minutes after arriving home with our baby that Aunt Bea's name was actually Bernice. I wanted to die. (Bless Mr.Ghoul's heart - I cried about naming her the wrong thing, but he really stepped up to the plate, insisting very firmly that she was ours, and we had named her exactly the *right* names - because *we* picked them. And we still liked them, and fuck what anyone else said or thought, or what Aunt Bea's real name is.)

It's hard being a mom, even in your dreams. ;) And by the way, Abigail is a beautiful name. It's been one of the contenders with both kids.

For the record, my memory insists it was Apricot with Hopsalot. Remember? The little white bunny? But her name was, indeed, Apricot.

[angelchicken.livejournal.com]

Yes! Apricot with Hopsalot! Nice!

And I have always loved the name Claudia and Claudia Beatrice is lovely and a perfect name.

Love the name Abigail. Much more than Tinkerbell. I don't know who everyone is, but they can go suck an egg and take their Tinkerbell's with them. So there. :)

[lil-fatty.livejournal.com]

When you have your next kid you should name it Cap'n Hook!