Naming a person is freakin' hardwork. It's so much pressure to pick out a name that someone will have for the rest of their lives. I second guess our decision anytime we tell people and they screw up their faces like, 'really?? hmmm....' (mostly only grandparents have done that. My grandparents. Not baby's).
What if she hates it? What if she CHANGES it!? How much of your name forms who you are as a person? Panic attack!!!
Brad and I had a few names we liked right off the bat, but couldn't really see them working in real life. We would think we'd decided on something, and then get scared and rethink it.
But finally. FINALLY. We have landed on a name that we both agree on. And now that I'm making this announcement, it has to stick! Buahaha!
Ashtyn is a name we both liked, and it sounds pretty hip and cool right? Sure.
Aubrey was Brad's grandfather's middle name. So it's been her middle name before we knew she was a 'she.'
And now we just need to get used to calling her that. Which is such a weird concept...referring to my belly as a person with her own name. But that's exactly what she is.