Well, we've made a final decision on the baby boy's name... and it will NOT be Noah. EVER. I never ever ever want to think of him as Noah again- I'll tell you why, but you're going to be appalled!
Yesterday at lunch duty, there was a Mom volunteering for a fundraiser by my entrance and struck up a conversation.
-Random Mom: "How many weeks are you!? You're adorable!"
-Me: "31 weeks! Only 9 weeks max until I get to meet this baby!"
-Random Mom: "Awww. My sister-in-law was 31 weeks last week. That's when the cord got wrapped around the baby's neck and he died."
-Me (a little shocked at the major no-no that she'd just committed, but still trying to be pleasant): "Oh my gosh, that's terrible. I'm so sorry- I cannot even imagine how hard that is for your family."
-Random Mom: continues to tell me the gory details and physiology of this baby's death. That happens to be at the exact same point in pregnancy as I am. By this point, I'm brainstorming ways to change the conversation to something lighter-
-Random Mom: pulls out a picture of the DEAD BABY in his CASKET and SHOVES IT IN MY FACE.-
-Me: can't tear my eyes away from the picture. Image being burned into my memory.-
-Random Mom: "Isn't he just the most precious baby you've ever seen?"
-Me: "That's the saddest thing I've ever seen. I'm so sorry for your loss. What was his name?"
-Random Mom: "Noah."
NOW- if this were the baby's mother, I might have given her a pass for her socially incompetent behavior... but this was the baby's mother's husband sister.... WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS WOMAN? Now she's ruined the name Noah for me, as well as successfully freaked the heck out!
Anywho- Dax it is! We were going to end up naming him Dax regardless of a psychotic stay-at-home Mom's screw up, I'm sure, but it's nice to know now instead of later, I suppose! :)
Better news: Ada's bed is arriving today AND I finished Dax's room! Pictures of both to come SOON!!! :)