I officially hate the name. It is true. I announced it too soon. I decided it too early. So I will wait to decide until he is here. Maybe I won't even know when he is here! He might just be "Baby Boy Fitz" for awhile. My poor husband... he gets so used to a name, loves it, uses it frequently, only to have me say I don't want it. Well, actually... it wasn't that easy. It was me having a full blown panic attack about not having the perfect name for him. You read all these parenting magazines about how important it is to have a name and to call him by it in the womb, then you can't even think of one! What in the world?! What mother can't name their child?!
This one. I'm not that ashamed. I'm more annoyed with the fact that I refer to my super baby boy as "Stinker" or my "Padawan" (Star Wars reference, not even my husband would get it). I'm sorry Baby. I love you, I just can't name you right now. I have to see your face to know what name fits you. Maybe Jax will be perfect. Maybe it is something different. We will all find out mid-January.
Here is an updated photo of the bump:
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