Baby Names

If you were to ask me what the perfect amount of humidity is.....I would tell you about 70 percent. For you Arizona types this is absurd I know, however when coupled with the awe inspiring oceanic breeze that seems to be everywhere in Hawaii, I would tell you to think twice. The air seemed to have a hint, of the smell of the hibiscus flowers that grow everywhere, and the weather just seemed perfect. At least that was my question when I stepped outside of the airport for the first time in Hawaii. What makes this place so "perfect"? I know now. It's the weather. It could just be my thoughts on the matter but allow me to opine just a bit longer. I think that the perfect weather is weather you don't think about, you wake up and get dressed, not something you have to adjust for. What you wear today is just as good as tomorrow and next week. If you stop and think or say something about the weather it isn't perfect. Or if it is different its because the day before was less than perfect one way or the other and this day that is so ideal in comparison. There really is a huge segue here by the way....just have to get to it.

So that's where we are now, Hawaii. The setting is along Ala Moana (for those that care about this kind of stuff, Ala Moana is Hawaiian for "Path to the Sea")Boulevard in Hawaii. We're walking along just past the mall and the beach is on our right hand side with the crystal blue-green water crashing upon the sandy shore, and the cool Hawaiian ocean breeze drifting off the ocean carrying the smell of paradise across your senses. People running along the trees, and the multicolored beach towels spread across the fine sand. (it's hard to believe that I couldn't wait to get off that island). We were walking and talking about things, stuff, random everyday things people talk about. We weren't married at the time so just stuff. As we walked along noticing the stores and whether or not we wanted to go inside, mind you the stores were across the street and not really on the agenda. As we continued we saw a particular store, a furniture store (at least I remember it that way) if you will, a store like any other but the name stood out. Sarah and I are both Arizona people and the name of this store stood out of all Hawaiian nature. Six letters and the letters transitioned from one color to the next with every letter. The word Sedona, it's a city in Arizona. It said something to Sarah and I and we decided then that if we got married, and if we had kids and if the baby were a girl we would name her Sedona. Sedona Rae is the girls name we've chosen.

Now the boys name has no particular story or cool meaning or even anything remotely close to that of the girls name. I chose Tallon. Tallon Jacob, it has a story albeit a rather short and uninteresting one but I'll at least tell it and let you know why I'm not sure about it. I remember the name from some BMX game I was playing many years ago and liked the sound. Something I pocketed away in my brain like many other useless tidbits of information that matter to nobody but me. So we started thinking about names and Tallon is what came out. Tallon Jacob. Sounds good, has great phoneme structure. If you think I made that last one up you can look it up yourself. Eat your heart out Mrs. Whateveryournamewas English Teacher of 10th grade. I don't think I'll ever use that again in a sentence on purpose in my life so lets relish the moment......ok thats enough relish.

Anyway I think I have an issue with the name. People ask about the names we've chosen for the baby and Preggers and I are quick to respond to the girls name. Preggers is also quick to respond to the boys name too, I however find myself hesitating, even half saying it under my breath. I mean I can't name my baby something I'm embarrassed to say before I even know the sex. I mean maybe I'll warm up to it, who knows. Maybe not. Nonetheless we bought a baby name book at the store yesterday to see what else we can find. Let me tell you. Names are not prophetic, if I knew that it would make the boy successful I'd name him Adonis, or maybe Thor I like Thor, but I know I was a scrawny kid. In fact all the pictures I've seen of those Fredrick's before me were kinda scrawny too, I mean we grew into it but nothing worthy of the name Thor. That's just asking for a beating. So all the names with their meanings in this 450 page book from around the world, is going to be kinda tough to sift through. I mean don't get me wrong, Some countries names I'll pass over with ease, not that I have a problem with the most common Cambodian boys names...I'm not Cambodian, I don't intend to be Cambodian, I could be an Israeli Prime Minister, I'd still have to bum rides off of people. Sorry Ferris Bueller Plug, nobody will get it but me so it's ok. So some of the smaller countries names I'll pass over and those chapters will stay untouched. I'm in the Hebrew names right now and it's starting to pick up a bit. However I don't want a name that you spit everytime you say it, specially if you're yelling at the poor kid and spitting on his face the whole time....so I'll be cautious in this area too. Just going to look for a good sounding phoneme structure, that and the lack of the need to spit when it's said. Yeah! Well everyone I have bored you all to death and ended this rather quickly. I apologize. But this is it for today.

The New Stuff

Well I suppose that I should update as its been awhile and I sit here wondering what I need to write about. I suppose we'll start with a Preggo update and move from there. Preggers and I went to her second appointment last Wednesday the 30th and we just really updated the status and the Nurse felt Pregger's uterus. We got to listen to the babies heartbeat and I couldn't be a happier man. It sounded so awesome. I almost cried. Held on this time though. We set up our next appointment and out the door we went. It really was mostly uneventful. So the up to date status is that Preggers is 14 weeks along this Thursday. She is doing well, although she though the nausea was gone, and although it was for a day or two it seems that its still around. Still no vomiting, just typical (typical for her anyway) morning sickness.



My new updates.....I am doing much better now. All the suck it seems is in the first week to a week and a half. My fingers and toes are no longer numb and tingly from the Chemo. Nausea is mostly gone if not all gone. I get an occasional fit of nausea once in awhile but nothing to complain about. The new stuff however is I have started losing my hair. Preggers and I were in the shower and she nonchalantly had asked if I had started losing my hair yet. The answer was of course no and emphatically I reached up and grabbed a handful of hair and gave it a tug to show her how attached to my head it still was. Only it seems the joke was on me and fate had a different story to tell. My hand came away from my head with a large clump of hair. I thought well thats an odd amount of loose hair. So I did it again, with the same result. Albert Einstein once said "Insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results." So one last time for the insane I pulled out a handful of hair. I was so pissed off. Why now? Why not next week? For that matter why at all? So I said screw it and went to my favorite Barbershop and had Michelle shave it all off. Danielle and Michelle both took pictures that I may one day get a hold of and post somewhere. It still didn't change the fact that I was angry. I know, I know. I hear you all saying it. Wasn't it supposed to fall out anyway? The answer is...yes. I knew it, hell I expected it. Why then was I so angry? I don't have that answer. Hair isn't supposed to fall out. It didn't all go. Just quite a bit. Well it is all gone as I have shaved my head. Thats the only hair thats gone too. So far anyway For all I know my leg hairs are falling out as I type. I've been told that my eyebrow (yes, singular) is rooted somewhere deep, somewhere close to oblivion but not as far as infinity, so who knows when that will go. But I'm sure that you'll hear about that when it does. I can only bet I'll be angry then too. The fun starts up again on Thursday. 9:00 in the morning I'll be getting my blood taken and waiting to see the Doc. I am freaking ecstatic. I just wanna scream lets get this over with. But I don't really want to walk back into that building. I don't want to go anywhere near it. Whats worse is I still have so many rounds left. So I'll suck it up and put on a happy face and go (as if I have a choice). This is it for now. I have to go to sleep. Its late. Goodnight everyone!