There are so many major things to consider around topic of deciding what to name your baby: how to spell it, if you'll try to introduce a nickname, whether or not you'll include a middle name, and whether or not the initials will spell a word. Since my last name that starts with O, that was actually a pretty significant concern since technically we could have ended up with P.O.O. or H.O. even B.O. (Sorry, Mr. President. My concern is with the reference to body odor, not you.) I certainly sympathize with those who are in the middle of this decision-making process. And while I made a lot of mistakes during my pregnancy (never again will I assume that just because I can feel my belly band, that doesn’t mean that it’s actually holding my pants up properly), I can comfortably say that one thing my partner and I got right was deciding not to widely share our list of baby names.
Sure, we mentioned our top contenders to our parents and my brother — but that was it. No friends, no other family members, no casual discussion of it over coffee with colleagues or during small talk at parties. This worked out well: When we finally did share the name, it was final, and no one had a choice but to say anything but nice things.
Should I get pregnant again, we will do it the exact same way. Despite the fact that people didn’t know what names were on our list, we still got earfuls and earfuls of advice and commentary about naming. I kinda wish I’d worn a wire during my pregnancy so we could compile a comically-long supercut of all the unsolicited advice we received. Of course, I smiled and nodded as politely as I could, but the fact remained that everyone wants to weigh in, including, but not limited to: