There is something about sitting around the house like a big worthless lump for four or five days that causes the brain to go into hibernation mode. I haven't had one creative thought this whole Turkey Day Celebration.
My sister is due to have her baby in the next two weeks. It is going to be a girl and they have already selected the name. They are going to call her Riley Noel. When I think of Riley, I either think of "The life of Riley" (which I alway thought was a GUY) or I think of Sigourney Weaver in Alien(s) I- III. They thought the baby was going to be born the day after Thanksgiving due to medical problems and were in a panic....BECAUSE THEY WOULD HAVE TO CHANGE THE MIDDLE NAME.
(is it just me, or when you are going to have an emergency C-Section is this not the LEAST of your worries?!)
They just couldn't give Riley the middle name Noel if she wasn't born in December. (insert an amazing amount of eye rolling right here)
On some level I would be laughing my ass off if the sonograms were all wrong and they had a boy. Riley would still work, but that wardrobe full of pink dresses might not.
Posted by sychotic1
at 4:10 PM PST
