How's that for a random title?
This morning, as I was driving to work, I saw what appeared to be roadkill on the side of one of the streets I always drive. As I got closer, I realized that it actually wasn't roadkill, but instead was a living mother duck with about eight of the smallest living ducklings I've ever seen in real life. (Come to think of it, I don't know when I last saw any ducklings in real life).
They were far enough toward the center of the road that I figured they would be roadkill soon enough if something didn't change. So, I got out of the car and shoo'ed them over to some dirt on the side of the road. Hopefully everything turned out well for them.
I have a cold, again. On the one hand, I feel it was a miraculous blessing that if I was going to be completely healthy for only eleven days, that those days happened to coincide with the five days that Eric and I were in San Francisco. On the other hand, this being sick business is wearing me down. It's hard not to get discouraged. Today I've done pretty well at keeping positive, but there have been other days . . .
And that's life in the land of Charlotte these days. Eric and I are still negotiating over possible names for the little one. We will hopefully find out whether it will be a boy or girl within the next few weeks. It will be a relief to be able to eliminate half of the naming possibilities. For a girl, Eric has taken to campaigning hard for "Arwen" (like from The Lord of the Rings), but it will avail him nothing, because I am completely against that name. As for a boy, he likes Carson, McNeil, Alex, and Ike. I'm okay with Carson and Alex, and I'd be okay with Ike if we gave him the actual name of Isaac and just called him Ike*. I used to be anti-McNeil, because it seemed too "last namey" to me. However, recently it's grown on me. We'll see though. We've gone though a lot of names in the past four months. It's entirely possible that come October, we'll be on to something completely different. And really, what's wrong with that?
*My problem with "Ike", as some of you know, is that when you put it with our last name, you have a little boy going around town with a name that is pronounced "I Can't Well". I just can't see sending a kid out into the world with that name. Eric says it would make him strong and resilient, and that he would enjoy being so unique. I think that could be the case, but we don't know this kid yet. What if he's more on the sensitive side? What if he is one who will get his feelings hurt more easily? No, better to give him the choice I say. We name him Isaac, call him Ike (or at least Eric will), and then when he gets old enough, he'll fall into the version of the name that suits him best. Or maybe we'll avoid the dilemma altogether and have a Carson, an Alex, a McNeil, or (my personal favorite but Eric absolutely doesn't go for it) a Daniel.