When we found out that our first baby was going to be a boy, we had the had the hardest time on finding a name. We were these people that had a girl name picked out before we were even married, but we never considered the possibility of a boy. We went through all of the baby books, websites and we could not agree on a name. It is even harder since we had to find a name that worked in all four of our household languages.
When we finally decided on the name Nathan, we felt such a sense of relief. It was the perfect name that we both loved. After our son was born, it was clear that the name was meant for him.
Then came the big ultrasound with this baby where we found out we were again having a boy. What a twist of fate. Again, we had to go back and find a name. You don't realize how much the language barriers come into play. I loved the name Cole but in French it would have been "Allez Cole" (let's go Cole) which sounds exactly like "A l'ecole" (go to school)....so that name was out.
Cornel had his mind set on two names, neither of which I loved. Isn't it funny, how having met someone previously with a similar name can ruin it for you?
But Cornel's heart was set, and I reluctantly gave in to one of the names. We began calling the baby by that name, although in my heart I knew it wasn't perfect. We shared our name choice with our families who all had an opinion. My dad even sent me a list of over 20 names he loved over the name we had chosen, including Guiseuppe (we're not Italian) and Santi (as in Santiago without the "ago"). It seems we wouldn't be so lucky as we were with Nathan's name.
Time went by and when people would ask us if we had a name, we would say yes - but we didn't really share. Luckily since it is bad luck in France to say the name of the baby before they are born we weren't really pressured too much to share.
Then, one day while at a doctor's appointment I was flipping through a magazine and saw it. I turned to Cornel and asked him, what about this name. I was shocked when he looked back at me and said he also liked it. It also started with an "N", so we could be like those "matchy-matchy" families.
We took the name out for a test drive and it fit, and so we decided that our son's name would be:
While the name doesn't exist in French, Spanish or Romanian (it is spelled and pronounced Noé in all 3 of those), we loved how spelling it American style would make it unique in the other 3 languages. Although with the popularity of Yannick Noah (a French tennis player), the name is becoming quite popular in France.
As for the name Cornel had chosen to begin with...well that will be his middle name: Noah Gabriel. Who say's I can't compromise?
I love this name and even Nathan now refers to my belly by name - when he isn't calling him "brudder" of course.
As for these pictures, I found my inspiration on Pinterest and my wonderful husband was willing to be my photographer. These are me & Noah at exactly 33 weeks pregnant.