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The BNO OCD continues.

I have a problem. I can’t stop obsessing.

First step is admitting that you have a problem, right??

Ok, so after delving deeper as I mentioned here.

I found that the Social Security website has a plethora of documents in regards to baby names which stretches back to 1882.

1882 are you freaking kidding me?!

This is beyond exciting and more interesting than combing through the 2011 list, because it gives you way more than just the top 1000. Awesome for me because I want to see the bizarre and unusual, but the thing that sucked me in is what I will refer to as the Jennifer Phenomenon.

Lots of phenomena happening on this blog

In my first BNO post, I mentioned that I was happy we had a son due to our my #1 name choice for a girl (Sophia), ending up being the most popular girl name of 2011. Our child narrowly avoided being referred to as Sophia N. for the all of her K-12 schooling. Whew

There were 21,695 baby girls named Sophia in 2011 and 22 boys with a ton of combinations.

Looking at the stats for Sophia made me think about the most popular name of all time and how it struck fear into parents.

JENNIFER

If you were born in the 70s or 80s you know/know of/knew of approximately fifteen Jennifer’s.

They were/are everywhere.

I hold Jennifer responsible for the 70s/80s group, who are now having children and trying to be “unique”, due to their worry about their kid being one of many with the same name.

This made me wonder what the numbers for Jennifer actually are and if this is something that should be a huge concern when naming ones child.

Stats:

Between 1970 and 1984 Jennifer held the #1 spot.

14 years is RIDICULOUS!

At her peak she was the name of 63,604 in 1972; compare that to Sophia which had 21,695 in 2011.

In that 14 year time span the total was 859,112, only falling below the 50,000 mark in the first year at a low of 46,154. This number doesn’t include when she fell below the number 1 spot but was still in the top ten.

There would have had to of been 40,000 more Sophia’s to match Jennifer.

This tells me that if you stay out of today’s top twenty five the odds of a your kid sharing his/her name are drastically lower than they were even 20 30 (I forgot that I’m getting old) years ago.

Moral of this story, don’t name your kid: Kingsolomon, Choice, Krischelle, Hannabelle (Hanibel?), Babygirl, or Graceland. *

*At least 5 children in this country were given each of these names in 2011.

P.S. There were only 2,264 Jennifer’s in 2011.

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Several days ago I saw this blog post by April Perry, linked on a girlfriend’s Facebook page; clicked the link, read the post and had a hit me, like a truck full of bricks moment.

April writes:

“There’s this crazy phenomenon going on right now. Good, devoted mothers get on Pinterest . . . and blogs . . . and Facebook . . . and Twitter . . . and then they flip through parenting magazines and TV channels (full of advertisements and media hype) . . . and they’re convinced they’re not enough.

They’re convinced that everyone else has magnetic, alphabetized spice containers, and unless their garden parties are thematically accessorized with butterfly lanterns, and they’re wearing the latest fashions (in a size two, of course), there’s no point in even showing up for the day.”

She’s right, it is CRAZY!! This is exactly how I have been feeling for the past five months or so since giving birth to my son Leo.

I was trapped in what I refer to as postpartum hell for the first four months, exhibiting all of the typical signs of PPD.

In layman’s terms, a complete and utter frightful and often times scary mess.*

The first six months of parenting is a bitch, a beautiful bitch but nonetheless a bitch, even without adding all of these external, superficial pressures.

Leo wants ME! He doesn’t care if his hair is a freaking mess (ala Donald Trump) or if my hair is a mess (ala fat Kristie Alley) in desperate need of a cut and color. He doesn’t care about the 100 other things that I have been worried and having anxiety about.

You know how I know this? At the end of the day when the love of my life and Leo’s daddy (Joey) picks me up from the train station and Leo sees me his eyes light up. We shuttle home, eat dinner, Joey goes off to the gym and Leo and I have our alone time together.

We sing songs, play with toys, play peek-a-boo with his favorite blankies (these are amazing; they have crib sheets as well that I have been coveting) and end the night nursing, rocking, and singing him to sleep to his favorite song (the ABCs). His smiles and laughs tell me he is happy.

I have a happy, healthy baby and a man that loves me.

I am done with this craziness.

*Sorry Joey and thank you for putting up with me, I love you.

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