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name test

{Let me preface this by saying, NO, I'm not pregnant}


My husband's a teacher.

Like most that are trying or even thinking about having a baby, you try out different names to know whether or not it's going to work for you down the road.

With my husband being a teacher, this task is a lot harder than you think.



Example:

Me: Hey Babe, what do you think of the name Bekah?

DH: No, when I saw it, I yelled it like a chicken sound.  Buck aw! Buck Buck aw!



This is what happens almost every time I mention a name.

Comments

Sarah said…
Oh, we are SOOOO going through this. My husband is also a teacher (high school) and nearly every single name I come up with is "something."

Quite a pain in the butt!
AthenaBee said…
I love it. Cracked me up.

Growing up Nadja has me SUPER aware of name games.
Jeannie said…
That is so funny! I have never thought of it that way!
Quiet Oasis said…
That's too funny.

My husband always comes up with..... "That sounds like a guy who lives in California and wears such-and-such...." I'm like "Whaaat? That is NOT what I get from that name at all."

I always think "My next kid will be named...." but when it comes time to have another child, he NEVER agrees with my name choices, that I've already pictured them being named. Blah.
LOL...that happens with me, I run summer day camp and it actually happened this morning. I liked a name then I heard someone call their child this name and I was like ah...there goes that one!
Whitney said…
Hahaha! That DH cracks me up! It also cracks me up that you said and typed out, "hey, babe." ;)
just me, dawn said…
hee-hee that is funny. when we were talking names, DH was always saying, "that's a hooker name"....I asked him how many hookers he knows :)
Lol. That's funny. My husband was the same way. He had a reason to hate EVERY name I came up with. :)

(My niece's name is Becca :)

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