Whew!

For those of you who've been all-consumed with worry over the alleged "hipster" baby name that I've been contemplating for Baby Brother, you can all breathe a sigh of relief. Dear, sweet Kevin officially vetoed my selection while in the car, on our Thanksgiving roadtrip and now we're in talks about naming him something entirely different (and decidedly less-hip). Relax and know that at least one of Baby Brother's DNA donors has good taste in boy names. Doesn't seem quite fair that I don't get complete naming rights, since I'm the one doing all of the work and all, but still...I'm not bitter. It's fine. Really.