The Secret Origin of the Name

I'm not sure who suggested it, Kristen or I, but the name came quite easily to us. For those concerned, no, we are not naming our child Barnabas; it's just an in utero nickname. (We still haven't thought of real names.)

It's a strange thing, talking about Barnabas. We don't know whether it's a he or a she, and I don't like using "it" (how unfatherly is that?). But it's not yet a baby. I mean, it is, but it's 8 centimeters long, for cryin' out loud! That's not a real baby! It's... it's... it's a Barnabas and it's likely wearing pants that a monkey would walk around in. (I mean, really. What else would Barnabas wear?)

(Remind me one day to tell you the story about me and the woman who brought her pet monkey into an antique store that Kristen and I were shopping in.)

So, until we learn what sex Barnabas is, Barnabas is Barnabas.

You, our friends and family, can use whatever word you want.