What's in a name?

A lot, if you've got 20 weeks worth of squirming baby in your belly, kicking your bladder and still known as Baby X. I don't remember the naming of our first child being this hard. In fact, I think it was pretty easy. Jack was the first name both of us liked, and at the risk of more arm wrestling and evil eyes at each other because one thought the name the other liked was 'idiotic', we said "Okay, let's pick that one."

This time... holy cow. Someone should seriously start a professional baby naming service to help out couples who, like us, are on the verge of writing to the book publishers to ask "What the hell were you thinking when you posted some of these names?"

Not only that, but try asking people you know and LOVE "What do you think of this name?" Everyone has dated someone with that name (and he was an asshole), knows 4 people who named their kids that, or "Wait, wasn't that a character on Battlestar Galactica?"

At this point, Opie Juan sounded fantastic. Who wouldn't want a Mexican Jedi for a son?

Sidenote: Chick (not Chuck, but Chick, as in a baby chicken) is a MALE name, most commonly used in the United States, and it means "Very manly." I suppose you'd have to be. Especially if your twin brother's name is Saucy Broad.

I digress.

After much discussion, debating, reading, reviewing, listing, crossing off, relisting, we finally came to a conclusion for the name of our second child, and not a name that we SETTLED on, but that we really do like.

So meet our soon-to-be newest addition:

Bruce Johnson Goldberg

And if for some reason, Bruce doesn't work out, we'll go with our second choice: Habib.