I consider myself quite lucky with names – we managed with great ease to find the names of our first two children, but now with number three on the way I have absolutely no idea what we’re going to call them.

It doesn’t help that my husband refuses to engage in the name game, he just doesn’t seem to like talking about it. This is something I have a problem comprehending. Surely this is one of the most fun things in the world to do? Well apparently not, because he hates it. I’m under strict instructions not to mention names until we find out the sex of the baby. That’s 10 weeks away for goodness sake, what am I going to do until then?

Well my friends, I’m going to ground. In those 10 weeks I shall ruminate, cogitate and secretly deliberate all the names I possibly can with anyone (and I mean anyone) who will listen. Then, 2 minutes after leaving the scan room, I will present my dearly beloved with a list of suitable and carefully selected names.

The only flaw in this seemingly flawless plan is that he probably won’t like anything on the list.

For a boy, he wants something like Jack (good, solid, butch) that is less popular and for a girl he wants something that isn’t odd. This may not sound like much on the criteria front but if you’re very conservative with a deeply hidden quirky side like my husband, then most names are either too weird or too dull. This basically rules out all names.

So should I simply put my foot down and demand compliance or just trust that in good time the right name will come? Obviously neither, I’ll persist in trying to slip in the odd cheeky suggestion and just hope he doesn’t notice. Whoever said that good communication is the key to a successful marriage was wrong, sneaky trickery wins hands down every time.

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