To celebrate officially being in my third trimester, we've decided to disclose our Baby Girl's name. Her daddy named her, which I absolutely adore (the name and the guy who picked it).
When we told my family what we had decided to name our daughter, we made them guess. This could have gone terribly, terribly wrong. I've since heard horror stories, so I don't exactly recommend it. However, it did make for some pretty entertaining guesses...
"It starts with an S," I said.
"Think of the show, Lost," Grahm added.
(Please note: Baby Girl is definitely not named for a character in the show that I simply don't understand the phenomenon behind. They're on an island, people. Big whoop.)
After a few seconds of contemplation, my father said, "Sayid?!"
Yes, Dad. That's our daughter's name, Sayid. Makes perfect sense. Eventually we had to tell them because clearly... they're not excellent guessers.
We'll be pronouncing her name exactly how it's spelled, Saw-yer. Not Soy-yer. But I promise to not have a stick up my buns if you get it "wrong." Just don't call my kid Roach, and I think we'll be okay.
My middle name is also Marie. I'm named after my father's mother, Dovie Marie Carper. I'm especially close to this grandmother, and it was really important to me to name one of my children after her. Sawyer is the lucky lady who will share the name of her incredibly wise, loving, and gracious great-grandmother.
So there ya have it, friends. Be kind and remember this post.
We can't wait to meet Sawyer Marie in January only 90 days away!