by Melissa Willets posted in Pregnancy

Ultimately, I guess I?m glad it happened: The ?accident? that made me realize I am not at all in love with a baby name I thought was perfect.
The only problem is, now we have to start all over again on a baby boy name (Disclaimer: I don't yet know what I'm having). Because the one we were pretty much decided upon is out like wine for the next five months.
My baby-name-dream-crushing experience happened the other day, when I was picking my oldest daughter up from school. Parents are asked to drive around the side of the building, and a teacher?s aide comes to our cars so we can sign the kids out before they are walked to the cars.
That day, there was a new aide helping out who didn?t know me, or which child was mine. That?s when, in what I will assume is some sort of cosmic coincidence, she asked if a particular boy was my son. And by chance, his name was the one we were pretty much obsessed with. It was in that moment, that I realized a boy with this name was not my son. Not just this boy, who seriously, isn?t my son, but any boy with that name. The name just didn?t feel right; deep in my bones, it didn't. I knew then, I?d never have a child with that name.

My heart sank a little as my daughter got into the car, and I felt compelled to announce my update on the baby boy name that had taken us weeks to agree upon. You see, our family's deal is that everyone -- myself, my hubby, and our three kids -- have to love the name we pick...