Hubby and I like surprises... there is so much anticipation in not knowing what sex the unborn babe is!! Prior to me being pregnant, a mummy friend informed me that not knowing the sex of the baby is great as it helps you push in the end stages of labour. Now having been through 2 labours, I concur!!
Anyway, we decided very early on that it was not cool to call our baby 'it', so we agreed we would call it a 'him'... so much more personal. Then Hubby just started calling 'baby' Bubba Ganoush! Then as time progressed (9 months is an insane amount of time!!!) this was just shortened to Noosh.
There was one evening when we had been calling baby 'Bubba Ganoush' for a few weeks and we wondered what Bubba Ganoush actually was. Like any good 21 century person, we googled it!! We thought it was hillarious when we found our that it was an aubergine (eggplant) dip!! Many moments of hilarity arose from this!! (I have subsequently eaten Bubba Ganoush - is quite nice really - recommend!!)
Our wee family was Mumma Noosh, Pappa Noosh and Bubba Noosh!!
Second time around, same thing... called 'it' a 'him'!! And this time around we called 'him' Bubba Tad, due to the fact that we called teeny tiny baby 'tadpole'.
So now our not so wee family is Mummy, Daddy, Noosh and Tad.
But I love these nicknames... it reminds me of the journey to get here... the journey of eagerly anticipating their arrival... not only just to meet them, but also because I got a bit over being pregnant in those last 6 weeks!! They have many other nicknames from relatives, examples being Ginga, Luch, Zebedrool, Wiremu!! Nicknames spells LOVE for me... it's those people that get to know our wee treasures that choose to call them something meaningful, something 'special'.
So Noosh and Tad... you are special, you are loved by family and friends, and you both are definitely meaningful!!
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