12 Weeks to go
Jen is due in exactly 12 weeks time. It is hard to believe how quickly it has gone. The first 12 weeks we kept it to ourselves as we were worried that there may be complications. So when we started telling people we were already 3 months pregnant and moving into the 2nd trimester.
We have a name for the baby and unless it comes out as a boy I don’t think it will change, but we are not telling anyone yet just in case when the baby comes she doesn’t look like the name we have chosen. My vote of Jocasta Tamara Geoffrey Neville Southall Burr was vetoed. Before we knew what the baby was going to be we sat down and made lists of names that we liked. We really struggled with boys names and so Jen is taking that as a sign that we knew it was going to be a girl. The one boy’s name that Jen did like was Timothy but when I pointed out that he would be known as Tim Burr we decided against the name.
It is hard choosing a babies name. You have to avoid the obvious prat falls like Randy Bender, Robin Banks, and Ben Dover etc but also you have to choose a name that you like but doesn’t hold any connotations for you. For example, I really like the name Megan but having an ex-girlfriend called that means I can’t possibly choose that as name for my daughter as it would bring back memories some happy and some not so happy.
Also you don’t want to ruin your child’s life by giving them an incredibly trendy name now only for them to grow up and be embarrassed about being called Sunshine. Or maybe that is my own insecurities showing up. That said you can never be too sure what nicknames your kids are going to pick up. In my list of friends there is Monge whose real name is Andrew but somewhere in the mists of time his name became Monge and that is all I ever call him. Then there is Martin who because he was German obviously became known as Jurg and again that is all we ever really call him. Then there is Jon who became Beanpole but that was too long so it got shortened to Bean. But my all time favourite is a guy I knew at School who was called Andrew Pitkeathly. He came to our school from Gosport so he was called Gosport, because no one could remember his last name. Over the years laziness meant that Gosport became Goss. He was called Goss for years, so much so that many people thought that was his real name. Until one fateful day at rugby somebody (believing his real name was Goss) called him Pete – after the sailor Pete Goss (you know the guy from Cornwall who in a round the world race stopped and went and rescued some French guy who had capsized) and so he became known as Pete. Just because someone thought that was his name.
I haven’t really picked up nicknames along the way. I am Nicholas but everyone calls me Nick. At rugby I was called Belly, named after the advert where the big belly chased you down the street and caught up with you and the soundtrack had the mantra “Belly’s going to get you”, due to an incident on tour in Vienna, and my friend Nick Bell for some reason which has been lost in the mists of drunkenness calls me Sven (and I call him Lars – no I don’t remember why) but that is it. I once tried to give myself the moniker of the Crafty Cornishman when playing pool, but being a terrible pool player it soon got dropped in favour of the Crap Cornishman.
I am interested to hear of anyone else nicknames or their friends nicknames.
We have a name for the baby and unless it comes out as a boy I don’t think it will change, but we are not telling anyone yet just in case when the baby comes she doesn’t look like the name we have chosen. My vote of Jocasta Tamara Geoffrey Neville Southall Burr was vetoed. Before we knew what the baby was going to be we sat down and made lists of names that we liked. We really struggled with boys names and so Jen is taking that as a sign that we knew it was going to be a girl. The one boy’s name that Jen did like was Timothy but when I pointed out that he would be known as Tim Burr we decided against the name.
It is hard choosing a babies name. You have to avoid the obvious prat falls like Randy Bender, Robin Banks, and Ben Dover etc but also you have to choose a name that you like but doesn’t hold any connotations for you. For example, I really like the name Megan but having an ex-girlfriend called that means I can’t possibly choose that as name for my daughter as it would bring back memories some happy and some not so happy.
Also you don’t want to ruin your child’s life by giving them an incredibly trendy name now only for them to grow up and be embarrassed about being called Sunshine. Or maybe that is my own insecurities showing up. That said you can never be too sure what nicknames your kids are going to pick up. In my list of friends there is Monge whose real name is Andrew but somewhere in the mists of time his name became Monge and that is all I ever call him. Then there is Martin who because he was German obviously became known as Jurg and again that is all we ever really call him. Then there is Jon who became Beanpole but that was too long so it got shortened to Bean. But my all time favourite is a guy I knew at School who was called Andrew Pitkeathly. He came to our school from Gosport so he was called Gosport, because no one could remember his last name. Over the years laziness meant that Gosport became Goss. He was called Goss for years, so much so that many people thought that was his real name. Until one fateful day at rugby somebody (believing his real name was Goss) called him Pete – after the sailor Pete Goss (you know the guy from Cornwall who in a round the world race stopped and went and rescued some French guy who had capsized) and so he became known as Pete. Just because someone thought that was his name.
I haven’t really picked up nicknames along the way. I am Nicholas but everyone calls me Nick. At rugby I was called Belly, named after the advert where the big belly chased you down the street and caught up with you and the soundtrack had the mantra “Belly’s going to get you”, due to an incident on tour in Vienna, and my friend Nick Bell for some reason which has been lost in the mists of drunkenness calls me Sven (and I call him Lars – no I don’t remember why) but that is it. I once tried to give myself the moniker of the Crafty Cornishman when playing pool, but being a terrible pool player it soon got dropped in favour of the Crap Cornishman.
I am interested to hear of anyone else nicknames or their friends nicknames.
posted by Nick at 9:58 AM
8 Comments:
I can't believe that you thought of Ben Dover, but left out Dixie Normous...
Jurg
Very excited about your last trimester though - are you singing PWEI tunes to Jen's belly?
Shmurg
Here we bring by request, here we bring England's finest - P.W.E.I
We've got a cure for your isoltion, it's called PWEI- zation.
So the answer is yes of course. Them and Bowie.
as for names mine at work is grunt, as you can see just take the a out and put in a u, as this is the only sound i make for the frist 3 hours or so, when i get into work.
Word of advice - avoid names that rhyme with anything. Not sure you know my surname - it's Lee - so for a painful few weeks of primary school I was known as 'Poodith Wee' - hilarious!
Nick, you didn't mention to your other reader that you gave me my nick-name (which makes it an authentic Nick name)Marsh Boy, not very imaginative as my surnames Marsh and I have boyish good looks but seems to have stuck never the less and is the reason I sign myself off on these comments as M.
M
Poodith Wee is hilarious and perhaps your new name?
Goss, Then Pete and even Ross in one match, as in 'Ross that try was your fault'
Goss/Pete/Ross
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