Some things you just can't do systematically.
Checklists, processes of elimination, or just trying things one by one don't always pay off.
After all the suggestions, all the funny, all the cute, and all the gender neutral names we went through for the womb raider, we still had nothing that clicked.
Yesterday a friend emailed me about the ultrasound and asked did we get to see 'Little Fitz'?.
And there you have it. Little Fitz it is.
It's cute enough for her liking, weird enough for mine, and accurately descriptive of what the bugger is.
Not to mention stupefyingly obvious. I'm really not the quickest. [Taps self on temple with chewed pencil].
In other news, ET has managed to not puke on any busses, colleagues, or husbands in the last few days, which is a plus. On the down side, we may have to install a television in the bathroom due to her frequent visits.
The fact I want to use the term 'Must See PV' is a sign I'm lacking sleep, and therefore I'm going to suggest she sleeps in the bath. Eliminating the need to get up and disturb me four times a night.
On the other hand, I may allow her to stay in the bed, as she is engaging in human horticulture after all, and I fancy living to see the little fella again next Wednesday at the next ultrasound.
The same day that it will turn a full nine weeks old.