20 weeks

Just poppin' in to say I'm past 20 weeks, so we're halfway there. Which of course necessitates listening to Bon Jovi's "Livin' On A Prayer."

What's in a Name?

It's a boy. Now that we know, people are asking us if we have any names, but all I can say is that it will be Something Reed Orme. Sam's middle name is Reed, his dad's middle name is Reed, and his grandpa's middle name is Reed. It's a first-born son thing.

I have a few boy names I love, but can't quite pull off with the middle name Reed. For instance, the name Harold. (Just picture us reading Harold and the Purple Crayon to him.) But if he's a Harold he'll end up being called Harry, and Harry Reed sounds the same as Harry Reid, the senator. Don't get me wrong, I'm a fan of Harry Reid's (surprise, family, I'm a left-leaning moderate), but it might be too much. Plus Harry sounds like hairy, and if this baby grows up to be anything like Sam, hairy he will be. Then there's Arthur. Love the name Arthur, but again, there's Arthur Read, the cartoon aardvark. Sigh. We had such a lovely list of girls' names ready to go.

Anyway, the point is, don't expect us to decide on a name any time soon, or tell you what it is even if we do land on one.