We've been trying to keep The Bean's name a secret, but like most things involving pregnancy and becoming parents, we're failing miserably.
The first time I told someone her name was because I was at a party with a few friends and there was a little boy who had the name we had chosen (my mother just died reading that sentence).
One of my favorite past times is being overly paranoid and obsessing over imagined scenarios that will never happen. So I was positive my friends and neighbors would forever judge me for stealing a little boy's name unless I announced the name right then and there.
The second time we revealed the name was because Michael was there and he can't keep a secret worth a damn. So if you really want to know the name, ask Michael.
Her first name is one we had decided on about 2 years ago. For those of you particularly skilled at math, you'll realize this was before she was even conceived. For the rest of you, just take our word on it.
The middle name has proven more difficult to agree upon.
Michael is lobbying for her middle name (you know the one that goes on the birth certificate, that she has to tell people when they ask "what's your middle name," and what you use later in life when you're figuring out your porn star name) to be "The Bean." I wish I was making this shit up.
I am leaning towards something that is actually a name. Or at least does not include the word "The."
I'm hoping, since I will be blowing out some body parts I've become quite accustomed and attached to having in order to birth said child, that I get a weighted vote in this election.