The Name

Luna.

Yes, like Harry Potter.

Kind of.

In part.

Just like last time, picking a name was always at the top of my list of Things To Do while pregnant. I always want to have something to call my babies other than Baby.

Before we found out that she was a she, I had thought I was having another boy. I mean, I already had one, so it just made sense. Orion was always going to be part of his name, had she been a he. Ezra Orion was my favorite. Xander and Ezra. It just sounds so cool, doesn’t it?

I was less decisive about the girl names. I liked Lorelai (Gilmore Gilrs forever!), and Maya and Violet had always been high on our list for both pregnancies. But none of them felt like MY baby’s name. And then we found it that she was definitely a girl and they seemed even less like her name.

One night, looking for inspiration, I read through the online Harry Potter Lexicon (oh, shut up) and made a list of all the names in there that I liked. Arabella was cute. Cassiopeia. I added Luna as kind of an after thought. I always loved her character, but I also liked the sound of the name. Luna. It’s lyrical. And it’s the name of our moon, which makes my former Space Camp Counselor Nerd heart happy. (Could I reveal any more of my total geekiness in a single post?)

I thought, though, that John would shoot it down. Not because he’s not a Harry Potter fan, he is (though, you know, not as much as I am) (SHUT UP), but just because it seemed kind of “out there.”

When I read him the list, he stopped me at Luna. “I’ve always liked that name. Let’s use that one.” WELL ALRIGHTY THEN.

Luna it was.

Everly I picked when we couldn’t really decide on a middle name. Beverly is the name of my grandmother – my mom’s step mom, and she is such a key person in our family. I didn’t love the double B alliteration with our last name, though, plus I kind of liked the idea of her middle name starting with my initial. So we dropped the B.

Luna Everly

I have so much other stuff to write about, but, you know, that first week with a baby is mostly about lactating and weeping (I do not handle the plummeting hormones well. At all.). But now I’m a bit more stable, albeit exhausted, and am even finishing up those online classes this week (I had a stand-in last week). So maybe I’ll get around to writing about her birth (LESS THAN AN HOUR. It was, uh, intense.), or Xander (he is simultaneously being totally awesome and a total train wreck), or how completely different this baby is than he was (she cries when she’s hungry! then she eats! I AM NOT PUMPING AT ALL OMG!!!).

But only if I get a nap in first. Naps will always win these days.

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