Not really, but it did make us bicker a lot.
I must leave an Anna Note before diving in to our conversation. If a name is mentioned here negatively, and it happens to be yours, or your child's or your precious granny's - please don't be offended. We're morons and don't know what we're talking about. Especially my husband.
Me: I know we agreed our first daughter would be Lucy, but I saw a little girl named Ruby today and I went in to convulsions by how cute she was. If we have two, let's have a Ruby! Isn't that name so dreamy?
Husband: Ruby? Like, I'm an old lady, Ruby? No, I'm enforcing my veto.
Me: What? I invented the whole veto thing so I could shoot down your terrible names! It's doesn't work both ways.
Husband: It just did.
Me: Ok, well I'm enforcing the veto clause that says you don't have veto power. This is a democracy! Besides, so what if it's an old lady name? Names from the early 1900s are making a comeback and I wanna hop on this train before we're forced to have twins named Keegan and Teegan.
Husband: Are those boy or girl names?
Me: I have no idea.
Husband: I don't like Ruby. It reminds me of an old lady. And not a spry, cute old lady trimming her hedges. Like, "I'm dying slowly at a nursing home and no one comes to visit me" kind of old lady.
Me: That's creepily specific. And depressing. And stupid. Older names are so wonderful - like Dorothy. We could call her Dottie!
Husband: FALSE! Are you losing your mind? No ...
Me: Ok, well, I'm done pretending you have a say in this anyway.
Husband: I get to have a say in our kid's names! You're like the Fidel Castro of baby names. If you get Ruby, then if we have a boy, his name will be Colt.
Me: Colt? As in Colt McCoy? As in 18 year old quarterback for the Texas Longhorns? Your brocrush, Colt? Absolutely not. My son isn't being named after his Daddy's inappropriate brocrush. It's not happening.
Husband: I think he's like, 26 now, thank you very much, and he plays for the Browns. And no, it's not because of Colt McCoy.
Me: I'm googling his age. He is 26. You really know his age? *eyes filled with disgust.* Let's call a spade a brocrush, okay? Besides, I thought you liked the name Beau?
Husband: The name you picked? The name of the Nebraska Football couch, Bo Pelini?
Me: *silence*
Husband: haHA! Gotcha sucka!
Me: I was just stunned for a second. Stop being gross, like I want to name my son after a man with a horrible temper who will bring my Huskers back to glory, okay? Get serious. Besides, they're spelled differently, making them completely opposite.
Husband: Whatever, I'm just saying that you're not going to boss your way on this one.
Me: Honey! Women who let their husbands pick names end up having sons named Harley or Jackdaniels. And they'll tell their wife, "but we can call him Jack" and then she reluctantly agrees, and then something terrible happens to a child. Do you want something terrible to happen to a child? Well do YOU!?!?!?!
Husband: *Watching TV and clearly no longer listening*
Me: But, I want you to be a part of the naming process. I agree, you should have a say too.
Husband: Ok, then our first son will be named Colt.
Me: Absolutely not.