Lucy-Mania!

The final step in our baby preparation was picking a name. Since week 30, everything else has been done. The room was decorated, the clothes lovingly prewashed. The hospital bag packed, the bathroom stocked, the car seat installed, the stroller meticulously built, the paint checked for lead levels, the diapers folded, the birthing room prepared, the swing in its place of pride in the living room, everybody raring to go! But wait! There was something...amiss about our baby utopia. Whatever could it be? Walk into the nursery, and what's this? Above the beautiful pink scalloped crib, the rosebud wallpaper looks sad and empty. There's something missing. But what? Oh! A name.

Yes, the final step in the BB preparations was to pick a name for said BB. We didn't even start looking until a few weeks ago, and it wasn't long before our choices were narrowed down to three, all vying for our attention. We knew long ago that we would give our first child, boy or girl, the middle name Nolan, and it was only a matter of choosing the perfect first name to go with it. 

Lucy, Zoe, and Maeve were the three names that we were considering (see the poll that NO ONE VOTED IN :( you all fail as my family.), but all along, Lucy was the main object of our affections. We've been calling her Lucy since week 33, but we were worried to make the official leap. We did it today, and Lucy-Mania has been sweeping the nation. I ordered Lucy's custom letters from the shop where we got her bedding, to hang on that perfect rosebud wallpaper with pride. We even went so far as to march back to PBK (that's Pottery Barn Kids for those of you who aren't cool enough to swing in our uber hip circles) and get our diaper bag lovingly embroided with Lucy. My bestest best friend and coolest sister in law ever, Camille, is making Lucy a totally cool sun hat with her name on it, too. We love Lucy...both the name AND the baby attached to it!