My New Obsession: Baby Names

Move over social security site, there is a new baby name site that has caught my heart. It’s part of Babble, which is a good parenting site as well. I’m a bit flummoxed by picking a boy’s name, so this is my latest sounding board. I don’t want to pick a super-trendy name and this site has graphs that tell you the peak popularity of names so your kid is not one of 40 in his preschool with his name. For instance, my husband’s name, Mark, reached its peak popularity in 1960. His name, along with the name “Linda,” is probably due for a comeback in 20 years.

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You can also put in names you like and it will give similar names. Not that I have a name yet, but at least I have a new fave web destination for after Viv goes to sleep.

Gross Bathrooms

Mama is looking pregnant now!

Here’s one of the hidden secrets of parenthood: Gross bathrooms. Kind of like how no one told me I was going to bleed for a week after delivery. Funny, when the glossy magazines are going on about the “celebrity baby boom,” blood and filth in public restrooms seems to be missing from the “I love being a mom” PR spin.

Why I Loved Being Pregnant: Part Two

Hey, I came up with another reason. Now, did you guess, “I love to waddle”? Or did you guess, “It’s fun comparing your swollen feet with those of other pregnant ladies?” Or perhaps, “My breasts look like a porn star’s!”

All good guesses. But in this video, I chose to concentrate on another great by-product of being pregnant. Although now I think of it, I could have done one on, “Act crazy and mean and people will forgive you.” (Catch up on Part 1 here.)

Why I Loved Being Pregnant: Part One

There are so many upsides to being pregnant. Number one, if you aren’t working, you can say it’s cause you wanted to take time off for for your baby. I know a lot of struggling actors who wish they could say they are on maternity leave. Better than “I haven’t booked in months and can I take your order?”

Number two, Hispanic men are so nice to you. Not that they are mean otherwise, but there is a great child-centered, mom-loving aspect to the Latino culture that I benefited from, living in Southern California. Other types of people would let a door swing shut as I waddled up in a caftan and flip flops, but not a Hispanic man – they would hold that door.

Now, we know with pregnancy comes fatigue, swollen limbs, and weird rashes, but in this video I present my favorite by-product of being with child.