I don't really care for my son's name. I know at first I was excited about it. I liked it, but I didn't love it. I wanted him to be named Victor or Vincent (well, actually "Nathan", but hubby hates that name). But I have this rule that if it's a boy, daddy gets to name him. If it's a girl, mommy gets to name her. But man, I really wish I was more vocal when it came to Lycan. I mean, I was. I told hubby I'd grown out of that name. I didn't like it anymore, but he loved it. Which is funny because I love the name "Nathan" and he hates it. I didn't like "Lycan", but he loved it. Stupid self-imposed rules.
I'm embarrassed by his name. When strangers ask, I don't want to tell them. I just say "Leo"--his middle name. To my co-workers I just say, "my son" or "Wolfman". I love my kid, but I hate his first name.
I dunno, maybe I'm just going through a phase? Maybe it'll grow on me?
I wonder how many other mothers hate or dislike the names of their kids, names that either they had no control over or family tradition, whatever. I never thought I'd be one of those kinds of mothers, yet, here I am. And I feel so guilty about it, but it's not like I dislike my kid.....just his first name.
At least I'll have complete control over our daughter(s) name(s); I've had her name picked out for a long time. Now I just need to have a full-term healthy pregnancy with a girl.