A little over a month ago, we announced that Baby G is a girl and will be named Charlotte. The name was a no-brainer for us. We wanted something classic and timeless that isn’t completely overused and our name discussion lasted all of 5 seconds:
Me: What about Charlotte if it’s a girl?
Sean: Love it.
Me: Me too. Was it really that easy?
Done and done.
……until that effing Princess Kate threw a wrench in our plans. British bookies have been placing bets on what this little heir(ess) will be named and Charlotte is currently a front-runner with 6 to 1 odds. Royal Baby, you are a royal pain in my ass.
I did not get up early to watch the wedding. I did not run out to buy a knockoff sapphire engagement ring. I do not have any British paraphernalia (and I even lived in London). I’ll admit, the girl gets a fantastic blow-out and her legs are just straight-up unfair, but I have no aspirations to be more like her. I certainly do not want my child named after hers.
If Kate and William name their daughter Charlotte, that means every rabid Royal fangirl is going to do the same thing. Our beloved name will go from being something special to one of thousands over the next year. My worst fear? People assuming I named our daughter after the Royal Baby.
Or even worse – referring to her as our “Little Princess”.
Commence vomiting immediately.
Could we change her name? Well, of course. Kind of. I may or may not have ordered some monogrammed clothes already. Errrr…….any other “C” names out there?
This is where the foot-stomping, clenched fist tantrum ensues. But…but… I don’t waaaaannnnaaa change our name.
Saner minds need to prevail. First of all, hello #FirstWorldProblem. Secondly, it’s not even confirmed she’s having a girl, let alone naming her Charlotte. Logically, I realize this. Emotionally? I’m ready to fly to England and bitch slap a Princess or two.
Let’s just blame it on the hormones, okay?