Waiting, waiting, waiting

This waiting is really hard. Especially when you are waiting for something as wonderful as a baby. I'm actually glad that we made it through the weekend though. I love my daughter and son-in-law dearly but they can sure pick out some funky names. Since they are all theological and everything, they got this wild hair to pick out a saint name to go with the day she is born. I'm not exactly hip to all this saint stuff, but apparently there is a saint for every day. Who knew? Last Wednesday, the 31st, was The Feast of the Visitation.If she had been born that day, the saint du jour was Elizabeth, (you know, the angel visiting Elizabeth). Anyway, that one was pretty normal. Thursday the 1st of June brought us to Justin Martyr. We morphed that into Justine, also OK. But with Friday came The Feast of the Martyrs of Lyons. So that became Lyona. Not so good. Saturday was the most challenging with the Feast of the Martyrs of Uganda. We had a choice between the names Alexander and Ambrose. I voted for Alexandra...but they both really like Ambrose. Ambrose!

Then, Sunday arrived and we were hoping for a little Pentecostal delivery. For Pentecost, all we could think of was Peter and that can hardly be morphed into something feminine, so we went with the theme of the day "flame". This translated into Italian becomes "Fiamma" which uncharacteristically, we all liked. However, Sunday came and went and no "bebe". So, here we are on Monday still in anticipation. I'm about to order a trip to the drugstore to obtain a bottle of the oldest labor inducer I know...castor oil. I just hate to do that to my daughter. I suppose we'll wait a little longer before we resort to that, but it's good to have a back-up plan.

So, thankfully, we've bypassed the strange names so stay tuned for the default name that we all really like!