16 weeks, 4 days, part II.
Boy. 90% chance or so, give or take.
We won’t take it to the bank (I didn’t see anything), but both the perinatologist and ultrasonographer tended to agree even though it’s pretty early, so I suspect that’s who we’ll be seeing come December.
And there’s a name, but that’s to remain top secret until it’s on the birth certificate.
I will only say that it is not “Ghengis”. I win
Professional computer geek and linguist living in Germany, doing infosec stuff and being the freakiest mother ever.
Hey, I was wondering if you might sponsor a contest on what the bloggers think a good name for Small Monster might be. Not that it would influence you at all, it just might be interesting, say when small monster gets into junior high and he can say to his guy friends, “well, you know, my parents wanted to see the names other people thought I should be named and why and you gotta hear what so and so thought I should be called.” I seem to remember a blog about the lovely lady you were named after and how possibly in junior high you might have had discussions about whether or not the name fit you…I’m just guessing. Give it a thought. I get the first submission for the following 2 names
1) Grover Grothoff- that’s got possibilities
2) John Leonard Lennon Taylor Grothoff – Duran Duran STILL ROCKS even after all these years!
Laugh… we already have a name, and I’m afraid of what anyone would think was a good name
That’s part of why it’s a state secret… *grin* I think we’ll stick with what we’ve got. And there’s already a story behind the whole thing. But I’m not saying any more than that!
Oh dear. JLLT Lion – I’d forgotten about that
And Grover ranks only above Elmo on the list of muppet names I’d give my kid (and Elmo ranks only above Barney the Purple Dinosaur on the list of kids characters that annoy me, but I’m going to have to get used to the red one anyway…)! I’m more of an Oscar woman, myself. And no, that is not the boy’s name! 
As for my name – I doubt we ever discussed whether or not the name fit me. I always knew it did not
Besides, in junior high, the mention of the word “Playboy” was enough for a whole giggly conversation over bad pizza in the lunchroom – no analysis required. We were too busy employing our considerable brain power in the writing of naughty little songs, anyway. (And you, missy, do not need to disclose any further information on that, thankyouverymuch!!!! 
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Actually, when I went swimming the other day, these little girls in the locker room (probably 2nd graders or something) reminded me of how silly little girls are when they’re naughty… the ringleader of the group (they were a row over, and the adults in my row and I had a really hard time not laughing aloud) kept saying things like… “What if a boy came in here? And he was changing? And you could see his underwears” (the whole group giggled) And then… “Once, this boy was taking off his harness, and his underwears were showing!!!” (raucous giggling)
All I could think was, “ah, a girl after my own heart.”
I miss being that innocent…