So, someone mentioned to me yesterday that they have the same name as me. Obviously, mine is not all that hard to decipher and fairly common when you think about it. I am commonly called Jennifer, and I had 3-4 in every class in HS with the same name. Gets kind of hard to tell who's calling out to who in the halls y'know?

Anyway, it started me thinking. I don't hate my name, but at that point and time I did wish for something unique, even a nickname, but be careful what you wish for my darlings! That was when I found out that the name my highly religious father (at the time, he's not so much any more) wanted to name me Hebzibah after an obscure Jewish queen in the bible. It was one of the only times in my entire life that my mom called his mom and her mom and they all banded together in a righteous female fury telling him NO!

Thus I stand before you, the Jessjess.

Not so bad now, is it? I mentioned that fact to the person I talked to and her answer was that she was nearly named Philoper. Once again the hamsters put their little feet to the wheel and produced lightning in my brain! Ow. We all have our online personality with a name some creative, some funny, but it was something we came up with for ourselves. We chose to be known as this for better or for worse, but there is an involuntary name that our parents have chosen for us. Since we are at the mercy of our creators (so to speak) I want to know how did it almost affect you?

I'm not asking for your RL name, but rather how many possible Hepzibahs and Philopers are there? Did your parents go the other way? Did your parents veto the Mary/Marie/Maria because there's 10,000,000 of them out there?


In other news:

For those of you who were curious, I found out this week that I have a baby boy incubating! I didn't care either way, neither did the Fiance, but I was so dead wrong about the sex of the baby! The ultrasound machine came up between his legs and before the technician said anything I thought "Shit, I'm WRONG!" Boy, (if you'll pardon the pun) was I! My Beloved will never, ever, ever let this go. I generally tend to be right so when I'm wrong I pay. I kinda deserve it so I'm not whining about it, and it is kinda funny.

The baby is perfect! Perfect size, perfect heart, perfect little boy. I have a picture with an arrow and an announcement in case I forget... He's a cranky one too. I told the tech where he was since he was "leaning" into my side, and after that warm, soothing gel (yeah right) goes on she swung the arm over there.

He kicked it.

He kicked the damn arm 5 separate times! She had to take the arm off because my laughing was blurring the picture. That is MY boy! After the ultrasound we went to the store and bought cute boy things and came home to set up the crib. Best of all, I don't have to convince anyone not to buy me pink! *throws confetti and does weird, wobbly pregnant dance* I hate that color.

Anyway, that's all the news that is news!