Panda Bayer

We've been getting a lot of questions about names lately. I've found that's the third question behind 1) how are you been feeling? and 2) is it a boy or a girl? I'm not complaining, I love talking (and blogging) about my pregnancy, I'm just saying, that's how it seems to go down.

Since we are finding out the sex (in one week!!!) we've decided to wait to announce the name at the birth, thus keeping it a secret until then. Besides, it will probably take us until then to officially decide. Until then, we're getting quite a few suggestions. While Yogi, Pooh, Smokey, and yes, Ted E. Bayer have all been suggested, the most interesting suggestion came this weekend, from my Mother. Her name of choice? Panda Bayer. Let me say it again. Panda Bayer.

Incredulously, I questioned her seriousness. But she was not joking, nor was she tipsy on wine like the time during dinner a few months ago when she made us promise we'd play Janis Joplin at her funeral. Her response, "It's so cute. All the celebs are coming up with unique names, why can't you?" Well, I'll tell you why. I haven't spent time in rehab, am not a Scientologist, and don't currently plan on adopting a basketball team of kids from a third world country. And the best reason of all? I don't want my child teased about his/her name for their entire life. Baby B is already going to have it tough enough with the Bayer feet and the Courtney 'fro. Enough said. Panda just isn't making the list.