We've got name!

I never thought coming up with a name will be this tough.

With all the negations there were, it was like, ' Finally, my charms did it. I had Jef agreeing to me. Like, amen.'

The Hispanic-originating names were severely tempting at first, then those from the most recent movies, and even the most unique ones, like out of this world, we had it all in the list.

I was digging deep on each names' etymology, ending up more sorely confused. I just had to stop because pressure's climbing on my back, my choices were not making sense.

More so, not sounding good.

Jef and I had to rest the quest for a while. We busied ourselves with other baby stuff and loads of corporate work.

Walking through my 35th month, it hit me. In a few weeks time, our dear baby love's going to say hi to the world already and we still haven't got a name to call him!

Insert sense of urgency here.

Then came Sunday morning. Jef could have been extra vulnerable, I had him agreeing to my most fervent request.

Arkin Zachary.

It was the name I had in mind for quite a while.

And it was a half-hearted consent Jef gave out.

But for now it's going to stick.

Not unless I'd give birth on the 4th of September.

Now that's a different story.