Baby names

First, I must note that my brother, Cody, and my cousin, Paige, are both expecting July babies.  They are both expecting their first child.  They are both approaching one of the most exciting parts of pregnancy (in my humble opinion, that is): baby names.  Cody does not know the sex of his baby yet, but Paige is having a little boy.  Therefore, the baby name process can truly begin.

The baby name process was one of my absolute favorite parts of my pregnancy.  Though I started planning names before I knew if the baby was a boy or a girl, it was more imperative after I found out I was having a girl.  Stella was my first pick for a girl throughout the first part of my pregnancy.  However, the night before the appointment where we would find out, I had a dream where I had twins: one boy, one girl.  The little girl's name was Harper and the little boy's name was Owen.  As I ate breakfast that morning, I decided my dream had to have a reason and those were the two names I would use, depending on the sex.  I should note here that I told Harper's father I was having a girl the day I found out I was expecting.  Continuing to pray throughout the first part of my pregnancy that I would be having a little girl, and after the appointment, I was elated.  My baby girl was definitely a "Harper" -- it still fits her so well -- it's perfect.

I had been reading "To Kill a Mockingbird" for the millionth time when I found out I was pregnant.  I kept saying Harper over and over in my mind; something about her name was perfect in my heart from the beginning.  Stella had always been a favorite and I was so sure before I got pregnant I would have a little girl with that name. However, I could not have been happier with my name selection at that point.

The next week, I was studying for a national licensure exam.  As I was studying, or daydreaming about my sweet baby girl, I started to cipher through many middle names.  Among them were: Bennett, Chaise and Breann (mine).  Then, all of a sudden I looked down at my book and the printing copy (or publishing company) was called Pearson.  Pearson Education to be exact.  "Pearson..." "Pierson..." "Pyerson..." "Piersan..." "Piersyn!" "PIERSYN!!" And there it was, the perfect name for my sweet pea.  I just kept writing her name over and over in my notebook and I was texting my mom and my sisters excitedly!

As you can see, I love her name and every time I say it a flashback of being happily pregnant and so anxious to see her comes back to me.  Sometimes, the first sight of her pops into my brain.  The first look in her eyes and it was official, she was definitely a Harper.  The name comes from a Latin origin (I think, all the websites are different) and obviously, it refers to someone who plays the harp.  The instrument itself is beautiful, sophisticated, and mysterious a little.  Also, Harper is often associated a lot with books, so she will be smart (which she is).  Not to mention, there is just something about her bubbly personality that makes it so unbelievably perfect for her.

My Harper Piersyn, oh how much I love her! : )