When we had our first son, we could never settle on a name. We could never see eye to eye, and the few names we agreed on weren’t exactly our favorites. We didn’t name our son until we actually saw him the day he was born, and though I love his name now, I hated the struggle and it was very disheartening to have no idea what to name your child and to have a partner you don’t agree with, at all.

When we found out we’re having another boy, I cried. I was so frustrated. I LOVE being a boy mom, and I love my son to pieces and physically having another son makes me happy - but we’re back to square one with the names, all over again.

We have the PERFECT girl name picked out, and there would be no question. When I found out we’re having another boy, all I could think of were the months agonizing over naming the first one, and how yet again I wouldn’t be able to buy anything personalized because I don’t love any one boy name and my husband is incredibly picky (and doesn’t have the best taste).

It sucks.

Also. The overwhelming pressure from family to name sons after dead relatives. 🤦🏻‍♀️