Elliot Coco!

She has a name! No more it. No more baby girl. Now it's:
Elliot Coco!

Elliot because we like it and Coco after my sista'. She's Courtney but Coco was the ol' family nickname and I think it's cute. She will be a purse designer. Elle Coco Designs.

We love it so if you don't, it doesn't matter and it won't change anything to say that you don't like it so just pretend. I probably don't have an issue with anyone who reads this blog since you all pretty much know this was our girl name.

Just a little jaded from when I was pregnant with Griffin. I had patients who basically told me I should name him something else. It irked me.

Now I'm afraid to tell people her name.

I think I may have better reactions in the public if I tell them her name when they have a cute little newborn to look at. Who could look at a newborn princess and bash her name? Right?

So, she will be called Elliot or Elle. Too many Ellie's and Ella's in the world so let's avoid those, okay? Even though they are super cute! If she is anything like G-thug, The Griff, Gryffindor, G-man....she will have a lot of nicknames too.

Our level 2 ultrasound and perinatologist appointment are scheduled for Monday afternoon. I'm nervous. I am hoping they don't find anything and will just set us free because they don't allow kids at the appointment and I would hate having to ask friends to watch Griff every two weeks. But, obviously I'll do whatever they suggest!

I'm discovering that pregnancy/childbirth are perfect times to live within driving distance to family. Maybe next time! Or if not, definitely the time after that!

Also, my car drove itself to the local consignment shop today. I couldn't stop it. So, I had to buy a couple things. Just the necessities. White faux fur vest for her first few months when it is still chilly out. Cute PINK RUFFLY pants! Little newborn sleeper...also PINK with a cute little bird on it. Yummy!!!

Also, not sure if she will be a dentist or have a fear of dentists but today I had my first cleaning since moving here...I know...bad. I'm about 4 months late on that one. Oh well.

She was kicking like a crazy person the whole time and I had my strongest Braxton Hicks contractions yet when I was there. Must have been the position I was in. It was strange having someone's hands in my mouth and my stomach jumping all over the place. I couldn't tell if they noticed. Now I'm the dancing belly freak. Oh well...I have clean teeth that I apparently grind. Oops.

Signing off,
Elliot's mom!