No, he still doesn't have a name. I'm basically 33 weeks pregnant which gives us about 50 days to name this baby boy in my belly.
Brad long ago ruled out my lifelong favorites like Brandon, Matthew and Jacob.
Our current "maybe" list includes things like Zach, Lincoln (Link), William (Will), Tanner, Gray, Tait, Fletcher (Fletch), and Haze.
The problem is that we dont really even like anything on the "maybe" list. None of them have grabbed us as the right fit. So really, it's not the "maybe list" it's just the "not-no list".
On a good note, I did suddenly LOVE him on Monday. I had kind of been wondering if it's possible to love another child like you do your first and if so, how long would it take. Monday, while watching bathroom remodeling on HGTV, I was keenly aware how much I already ADORE this new little person and how easily it'll be to welcome him to the nest and love him equally.
And lastly, at my last appointment he was horizontal in my stomache. I have to go back on the 10th to see if he has gone vertical and if not, to "help" him. I've heard bad things about this process. The doctor litterally turns the baby from the outside by grabbing and pushing him through my stomache. Hello bruises! But if it saves us from a C-section, we'll take it.