A uterine name for a uterine Jones

As many of you may know, us crazy Joneses don't find out the gender of our babies until they are born. To get around calling the baby "It" for nine months, we always give our unborn babies a nick name. Thus far we have had Indie, Deuce, and Trey. The nick name for this baby has been a topic of debate UNTIL I received this email from my dad:


Sara and Greg,
Though it doesn't mean I haven't thought it, I've not yet said how happy I am for you and your baby number 4, and selfishly, our grand-baby number 5.
Now, this important info: if it's a boy and he's not named Ralph, I'll be hugely disappointed. If it's a girl and she's not named Cleopatra, I'll be devastated. But, it's not all about me (although it really is).
One thought for a temporary in-uterine name as this baby hangs out pool side is..........wait for it............wait for it.............MoJo.......you know, More Jones or MoJo Jones. I think there's a confident foresight to this nothing-but-net, slam-dunk of a name selection without copycat boredom or aristocratic snobbish pretense.
Mucho love,
DadWayne

Thanks Dad, it's a done deal. Welcome baby MoJo!


(p.s. While MoJo is great, Cleopatra and Ralph are not. Sorry Dad.)

A proper debut

You know you are a ripped off fourth kid when your mother announces your impending existence in the world in a blog post mostly dedicated to her incapacitating illness. I figure the time has come to give the kid a bit more attention.

I am currently ten weeks pregnant and due on June 13. We are THRILLED about this new baby. We have always wanted four kids and have had a few set backs getting here which makes it all the sweeter that things are going well. We had an ultrasound two weeks ago and saw a healthy baby with a healthy heartbeat. Things look good.

The baby seems to have Greg's tall lanky frame and my sense of humor. Lucky kid.

Telling our kids was a kick. The last time I was pregnant Nathan wasn't quite 1 yet (I know, holy cow) and Aubrey was only 2 1/2. Needless to say there was never an official announcement. This time though we sat the kids down and both Aubrey and Nathan really got it. Aubrey gasped and covered her mouth when we told them. She then proceeded to say, "We need a bed! We need baby food! We need baby clothes!" Nathan is delighted with the idea of my stomach getting big. He also puts on a dramatic show of being punched and falling down, a dramatization of what will happen to him when he feels the baby kick in my stomach. Dane points to my tummy, says, "BABY??" and then runs away. He's certain he's the baby we are talking about.

Aubrey is committed to helping us pick the perfect name. She only suggests girl names and some of the suggestions include "Jennika", "Berry", "Longa", and "Jennifer." Needless to say we appreciate her creativity and will try to make her think the actual baby's name was her idea.

I am looking forward to the end of unrelenting nausea.

There you have it. The Jones Six is in the works. We couldn't be more thrilled.