We've got one hour and thirty one minutes before the official 24-hour due date period begins and still NO NAME. I just don't think Resident Alien has the kind of carryover capabilities we're looking for, although Darren continues to tell me that according to Freakonomics authors Stephen Dubner and Steven Levitt the name we pick won't have an impact on our kid. Choosing a name has more to do with us, i.e., the parents, than the actual child. If our friends like the name we select, we get positive feedback. If they don't, we hear the negative stuff.
Much to my dismay I couldn't sell Darren on the name D'Artagnan. And while we love Proscuitto, we just can't bring ourselves to name the kid after a pork product, even if it is Italian with a high level of salty goodness.
There are currently six names on the list of possible suspects. We are trying to be mindful of the initials so we don't inadvertently end up naming our kid something like Harrison Olivier Gilroy, which shortens nicely into H.O.G. I'm sure you can see how this might be problematic for a lil' kid. And the Sex & the City scene where Samantha is discussing life with her recovering alcoholic boy-toy Smith Jerrod is never far from the back of our minds:
Samantha: Your parents named you Jerry Jerrod?
Smith: <shakes head> Yeah.
Samantha: No wonder you drank.