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<blockquote data-quote="Xyanthon" data-source="post: 3222153" data-attributes="member: 9181">I have one son and another child on the way.&nbsp; My son's name is Bear and there is a little story behind it.&nbsp; While my wife was pregnant, we had thought that there was a good chance that we'd be having a girl (I used to fly on AWACs for the Air Force and there was a startlingly high percentage of the male crew members that had only female offspring, thus the assumption).&nbsp; We really didn't want to find out the sex of the child (feeling there needs to be a little more mystery in life).&nbsp; So we came up with some names for a girl and pretty much decided that we'd name it after her grandmother (June).&nbsp; However, we could not decide on a name for a boy.&nbsp; I really liked Julian, but she didn't and preferred Cecil (which I didn't like at all).&nbsp; Anyway, while walking through the arboretum in Seattle one early spring day, an old Russian woman stopped us and informed us we that we were going to have a boy.&nbsp; She told us that in Russia she had been something on the order of a midwife and could tell by how the woman's belly was positioned what the sex of the child would be (I think my wife was about 7 months pregnant at this stage).&nbsp; Like I said, we'd pretty much assumed we'd be having a girl and this was the first time that we really began to doubt our conviction.&nbsp; Our next door neighbors were really good friends and already had two children with another on the way.&nbsp; The middle child was named William, but ever since he was born, he had the nickname of &quot;Sharky&quot;.&nbsp; No one ever called him anything but Sharky and I sincerely doubt that most people really knew his real name.&nbsp; So, at some point in the pregnancy, I started to call my wife &quot;Momma Bear&quot; and the baby naturally became known as &quot;Baby Bear&quot;.&nbsp; In turn she began to call me &quot;Papa Bear&quot;.&nbsp; On the way back home from a day hike around Mt. Baker, we watched the full moon rise over the trees.&nbsp; It had been a really magical day and the sight of that huge orange moon coming up over the trees really kind of made everything much more enchanted.&nbsp; My wife then said that she thought the old Russian woman may be right and that we should discuss names for a boy.&nbsp; I was prepared to run down the list again and agree to disagree when she said, &quot;What do you think about Bear as a boy name?&quot;&nbsp; Having grown up with one of the most common and forgettable names, I'd always wanted my child to have a distinctive name.&nbsp; Bear just seemed right and well...it suits him perfectly <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f600.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":D" title="Big grin&nbsp; &nbsp; :D"&nbsp; data-smilie="8"data-shortname=":D" /> .Whew...as for our second child, it has been a little easier.&nbsp; If it is a girl, once again we'll go for June and if it is a boy, we're going for Alder (as in the tree).</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Xyanthon, post: 3222153, member: 9181"] I have one son and another child on the way. My son's name is Bear and there is a little story behind it. While my wife was pregnant, we had thought that there was a good chance that we'd be having a girl (I used to fly on AWACs for the Air Force and there was a startlingly high percentage of the male crew members that had only female offspring, thus the assumption). We really didn't want to find out the sex of the child (feeling there needs to be a little more mystery in life). So we came up with some names for a girl and pretty much decided that we'd name it after her grandmother (June). However, we could not decide on a name for a boy. I really liked Julian, but she didn't and preferred Cecil (which I didn't like at all). Anyway, while walking through the arboretum in Seattle one early spring day, an old Russian woman stopped us and informed us we that we were going to have a boy. She told us that in Russia she had been something on the order of a midwife and could tell by how the woman's belly was positioned what the sex of the child would be (I think my wife was about 7 months pregnant at this stage). Like I said, we'd pretty much assumed we'd be having a girl and this was the first time that we really began to doubt our conviction. Our next door neighbors were really good friends and already had two children with another on the way. The middle child was named William, but ever since he was born, he had the nickname of "Sharky". No one ever called him anything but Sharky and I sincerely doubt that most people really knew his real name. So, at some point in the pregnancy, I started to call my wife "Momma Bear" and the baby naturally became known as "Baby Bear". In turn she began to call me "Papa Bear". On the way back home from a day hike around Mt. Baker, we watched the full moon rise over the trees. It had been a really magical day and the sight of that huge orange moon coming up over the trees really kind of made everything much more enchanted. My wife then said that she thought the old Russian woman may be right and that we should discuss names for a boy. I was prepared to run down the list again and agree to disagree when she said, "What do you think about Bear as a boy name?" Having grown up with one of the most common and forgettable names, I'd always wanted my child to have a distinctive name. Bear just seemed right and well...it suits him perfectly :D . Whew...as for our second child, it has been a little easier. If it is a girl, once again we'll go for June and if it is a boy, we're going for Alder (as in the tree). [/QUOTE]

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