I'm not sure where the disconnect happens.
Somewhere between voicing your child's name to your friends and family, the recipient of the precious secret suddenly transforms into a backwards, manner-less ogre who has more opinions shooting from his buns than he clearly knows what to do with. (Ahem, don't share them). Joe Schmo's lips flap in the breeze 100 miles a minute like you actually gave two cents about his thoughts. (News flash: you don't care.)
Another thing that people are concerned about is the meaning of names. Guys, Jena Marie means Bitter Little Bird. (Great job, Mom and Dad.) So no, the meaning of her name is probably at the bottom of my "things I'm concerned with" list, which is a good thing since Baby Girl's meaning is almost as awful as mine. Grahm, on the other hand, means "a good home," which I really love. (He thoroughly enjoyed rubbing that in his bitter little bird's face, which I did not love.)
Now, no one has told me they don't like Baby Girl's name to my face. (Smart.) But a few of my mom's friends have had a reaction or two... Granted, Mom shouldn't have told me about them, but it still hurt my small fries just hearing about it.
I'm kicking myself in the crotch biscuits because Grahm and I originally said we weren't going to spill the baby naming beans for exactly this reason. Unfortunately, I'm about as good at keeping a secret as my grandma was for my surprise 16th birthday party. (Spoiler alert: it wasn't a surprise.) And now, I'm regretting it because I happen to love Baby Girl's name that her daddy picked out. We just need to find the perfect middle name, and we'll be set!
So guys, the next time your friend is brave enough to tell you what she plans on naming her sweet baby, smile. Tell her the baby name is absolutely perfect... then go home and bash it to your husband like a NORMAL person.