Names - Yorick

Alright, time for me to pony up and offer some of my suggestions, after having bagged out Jess' for so long.

This is a name I actually really like. Yorick. It's just got a certain ring to it, I don't even know that I could explain it. I like how it looks, I like how it sounds. You can shorten it to 'Rick. I dunno...it's just got that special something about it.

It also reminds me of one of my favourite comic book characters:

But it doesn't, surprisingly, give me those Shakespearean overtones, all that skull holding and soliloquising. It's just not coming to mind.

Though, I will admit, I'm not sure if I just like this name as something for a character, or my actual son.  Time will have to tell on this one.

Names - Barclay

Here's another gem that Jess thought up. She told me this name and in my head I instantly went here.

I thought she meant Barkley, like Sir Charles up there.  Now, don't get me wrong, the Chairman of the Boards was a pretty cool player, and maybe one shade of eye bag away from Sleepy Floyd, but he wasn't impressive enough to me to warrant naming my kid after him.

However, Jess didn't mean Barkley, she meant Barclay, which just made me think of this.

Perhaps Visa is just an easier way to go, and he'll be accepted in over 200 countries worldwide (ba bum cha!).

Dr Bruce Campbell M.D.

Jess and I went for a check up recently, the usual stuff, nothing too crazy, but while they were weighing Jess I was stuck in a narrow hallway and I looked upon the wall to see something glorious.

Most doctors have the usual art on the walls, lame and lazy pieces that are meant to placate their patients, make then feel at home, make them feel cared for, to create an environment of peace. Well, our obstetrician is obviously not a usual doctor.

I stared at this visual masterpiece and just knew I was with the right man. I snuck my phone out and got a quick snap before any of the nurses busted me, though Jess blew my cover by screeching out a big, fat "What are you doing?" Damn, no stealth at all.

So, without any further ado, here he is, our obstetrician.

Recognise.

Ryan's 28th Birthday

Well we had Ryan's birthday on Friday and he came down with the man flu, he is still suffering which means we all are!
He managed to make it through the weekend in style though and had such a great time with friends. There were quite a few people that came from a far which was lovely!
Tess had an interesting weekend, with visitors in the house, definately out of her comfort zone. She has well and truly settled down now...thank god. The threats about RSPCA worked at treat.

I m 26 weeks now and as you can see growing daily. I am feeling better the bigger I get which is nice. I had a little melt down in a David Jones' changing room with mum but have since recovered with a wonderful friend giving me a fews clothes.
I certainly am loving being pregnant with my sister but it would have been handy to have borrowed some of her clothes, not just see her look fabulous in them! I am also wearing my glasses more now as my eyes won't stop watering, the opposite problem to my mum.

So far Ryan has been telling you all the names I am putting forward but you will notice that Ryan is not actually submitting any at all??? I'm waiting to see what his game plan is...

For Ryan's birthday I got him a i-phone docking alarm and an apron. It looked cool because the snooze is a motion sensor so you just wave your hands in front of it. handy because Ryan generally integrates the alarm sound into his dreams and it just goes on and on. With my Marfan arms, I'll get the job done before he realizes whats happening.
We had a great dinner at my Mums, three different types of curries and Ryan got very spoilt getting a brown knitted vest for school, some old comics and beer and some very appreciated money from the Grandparents.
My sister even made a lovely cake with 28 candles on it, i blew them out though, no one wanting sick man breath on their piece.

I also attempted an iron man cake for our night out at Nandos and A-TEAM (which was awesome), however the logistics of time got in the way and his face kept melting, making it look like Whiplash whooped his ass. Oh well, its all trial and error but I enjoyed making it and it tasted great!

I'm keeping up to date with my brother and his family in France and Owenn, my Nephew, is so adorable!!! Keep the photos coming.

Jess

Names - Pepe

I have no idea whether Jess is being serious with this one or not but either way I have to stamp down my authority quickly. Pepe. Seriously....uh, no.

I could say I don't want my son to be a faux-French sleaze ball who doesn't know how to respect the boundaries established by the women around him. A la:

But in truth, I think I'm just worried that a kid with my DNA lurking somewhere within him might actually fit the name and turn out like this:

I don't care if you do like Pepe as a character, no one wants a kid that even closely resembles this Muppet.

Names - Milo

I don't even know where to start with Milo. It's not necessarily a bad name, but it's certainly not one I'd use. I can't even pin down what I don't like about it, whether it's the chocolate drink connotation, or the pseudo-Italian vibe I get from it, or just an annoying habit that probably two decades later I still can't get this crummy movie out of my head.

Doesn't it look like they're watching from heaven?

Sorry Milo, we're not having a little brother for you and calling him Otis. Just not on the cards.