January:
"I hate Mortal Kombat"
"The Second Trimester Conundrum"
February:
"Fetal Movement is Super"
"A Weighty Issue"
"A Pregnant Poem
I am sure some of you are wondering how we came up with the name Aden Charles Fray. Well, since you ask, I will tell you. Here is how it came about.
Kyle got me a baby name book for Christmas and we amused ourselves by looking through it. Generally, I would be at the computer working on the webpage and Kyle would sit on the bed, reading off every single name. I am naturally impatient, and I was also hormonal, so I found this to be very annoying and I was usually cranky by the time we got to the G's.
Everytime Kyle read the names "Aidan" or "Aden" we would stop and say, "That's a nice name" or something like that. If Kyle had been reading a name in the H's, no matter how good the name was, I wouldn't have liked it as much. I was just that cranky. Anyway, when we found out the baby was a boy, I wanted to name it as quickly as possible so we could start calling him by his name. I didn't want him to develop an identity complex from being called Horatio for the first 9 months.
After the ultrasound, Kyle and I went out to lunch with the intent of picking a name. We had a list that we compiled from previous days. On it were: Aidan, Timothy, Donald, Alan, Ethan, Matthew, Stanley, George, John, Charles, Thomas, Kyle Jr., Watende, Taylor, Rory, Ryan, and Quinn. We included our fathers' and grandfathers' names, as well as some names that we just liked.
From the list, three contenders for names emerged. The first was Aiden Charles (after Kyle's paternal grandfather). The second was William Donald (after Kyle's dad). The third was Timothy John (after my dad, both of my grandparents, two uncles, and a cousin--those of you who know my family know that everyone is named John). We were both leaning towards Aidan. This was solidified by a game of chance (I like to use the Eeny Meeny method when faced with major life decisions, such as marriage, career, or children).
Anyway, so now we were set on Aidan Charles, but we weren't sure how to spell it. According to the trusty baby book, It can be spelled Aden, Aiden, or Aidan. Kyle wanted Aden, and that was fine with me. I'm not sure why exactly, except that we mentioned at some point that Aiden might get made fun of in elementary school ("Aiden has AIDS!"). As long as it doesn't have some extra 'y's in it (Aidyn? Ayden?), I was okay with it. So Aden Charles it is.
In conclusion, we are very sorry if you don't like our child's name or if you think it is spelled funny. Maybe you will like our next baby's name better. Also, some people have pointed out that Aden is an anagram for my ex-boyfriend's name. I am pretty sure this is coincidence. Or, maybe this is Kyle's subconscious way of bridging the gap--I don't know. Anyway, if you don't like the name, we are sure you will like the baby anyway. He is sure to be the cutest baby ever...just look at his parents! And then, if you still think "Aden Charles" is a funny name, we have the following message for you: Neener, neener, neener! Hehehe.
Holy Crap! There is something in my lower abdomen. I am not quite sure what it is, but it is growing bigger and bigger, and it is starting to squirm around. It might be an alien. All I can think is, "It's ALIVE!"
I know this is probably obvious to everyone else, but I never quite understood that there is actually a baby in there. Here's how I figured it out. On Friday, as I lay in bed reading, I kept feeling the baby move. So I decided to do what the book says, and count the length of time it took for the baby to kick 10 times. It only took 8 minutes for him to kick 10 times. Of course, I was very proud of the baby for being so athletic. I rubbed my belly and told him so.
Then I had one of those lightening-flash moments. (I would call it an eppiphany, but my spelling is questionable. Epiphone?) While I was rubbing my belly, I realized that I could tell where his head was. Then, it hit me. "Holy Crap! There is a baby in there!" I also realized that this is not just any old baby, but it is Kyle's baby (for those of you who haven't figured it out, I am rather fond of Kyle). And it has body parts, such as a head. How lucky is that?!? I gotta admit, I felt amazed and awed, and kind of proud that my body is capable of growing such a wonderful baby with a head. I called Kyle and told him so. His reaction could be summed up by the following: "Um...duh." Okay, so I'm kind of slow...
Weird--there is another living thing in my body. Not just any other living thing, but another whole tiny person is in there doing somersaults. Cool.
