Its that time of my married life again - finding the perfect moniker for the second little one all poised to make a grand entry in less than three months. And then there is the husband. I need to count till 10 - or 100 now to bring down the ole BP.
Is it just this one man I wonder? A typical conversation with the significant other regarding baby names always ends with me resisting the urge to throw (pin)cushions at him. I mean he is yet to contribute a single name to the list of 50 odd masterpieces I've come up with. And no mister, "Ghatotkach" and "Lokamanya" and "Tilak" (yes, in the order!) somehow don't count, I'm thinking.
Yet he opines. And nods sagely. Or raises his well arched brows to express his disdain! Our dinner table discussions on this most important subject involve me presenting the fruits of my labours in organized lists (in alphabetical order) while the chomper across me articulates thusly:
"Nah, sounds like a bad word in Malayalam" or "Gah!" or "Interesting" (accompanied by snigger) or "I knew a girl with that name once. Didn't like her much. Forget it".
My gentle and constructive suggestion that maybe he should contribute something meaningful first before throwing his weight around yielded such gems as the ones referenced above.
In the interest of my better health, and for the lifelong welfare of the one as yet UNBORN, I've officially decided to relegate this "do-together with husband & love of my life" activity to the LC (Lost Cause) category.
Thank God for me - otherwise known as "Mom" and generally referenced as "MKB" (Mummy Knows Best).