We have hit the crucial 24 week mark in our pregnancy. Technically speaking, at 24 weeks the fetus(s) cross this magic threshold over into the land of viability, which means that if the babies were to come today, modern medicine has advanced enough that they could (with a LOT of medical intervention) possibly survive.
At 28 weeks, the survival rates are even higher and if you’ve ever been pregnant or known a pregnant person, you know that that the longer the baby stays in utero (the closer you get to that 40 week number), the more that likelihood increases.
So we’re here, at 24 weeks. And I gotta say, maybe it’s just the idea of having two of them, but Dom and I are really on our game thus far.
I mean, we have the nursery done-ish. We just have to wait to get the crib in there since Line is still using it and I’m hesitant to let that child roam free on a toddler bed. And really, neither of our other two kids even had a nursery, so yeah, we’re on top of things.
If I’m honest, it probably has a lot to do with the fact that I’m expecting I’ll have to go on bed-rest at some point and I don’t want to have to worry about getting all of this stuff done while I’m lying on my back, or heaven forbid, depending on someone else to do it for me.
I’m a big enough person to admit that I’m kind of a control freak when it comes to things like this and while it is a character flaw I acknowledge, it is not yet one on which I have tried bettering myself.
Oh, and a side note: My doctor hasn’t even mentioned bed-rest, but with my general inability to walk across a room without getting winded and/or sore, and my combined knowledge gained by the almighty WebMD, I’m just gonna assume that’s where this train is headed.
Anyway, my unusually proactive nature has lead Dom and I to the name discussion about 10 weeks ahead of where we were with the girls.
Suffice it to say, it is a contentious time in the Carollo household. I’m in the give-a-kid-a-family-or-meaningful-name camp while Dom is in the lets-give-them-a-name-they-won’t-hate camp.
I keep coming up with names of great-grandparents or towns in Georgia near where I grew up or particularly “southern” names, while Dom keeps coming up with decidedly “western” names.
I draw inspiration from Gone With the Wind, while he’s more the sort to find inspiration from Lonesome Dove.
To add to the pressure of the name game (you know, because coming up with two wants enough of a monkey wrench) is the other question of do we go with names that are similar, or just names we agree on?
Personally I think it’ll be a miracle if Dom and I not only find a couple of names we like and can agree on, much less names that sound similar or start with the same letter.
Oh, the joys.
I keep coming up with...particularly “southern” names, while Dom keeps coming up with decidedly “western” names.