We’re going to be having a boy in July and his name is Benedict Joseph Bettinelli.
After a few fits and starts—including Melanie misremembering last week’s appointment as an ultrasound appointment—we finally got the news we’ve been awaiting so we could put a name to our child. We knew within a minute of starting the process. “Oh my,” said the ultrasound technician. Oh my, indeed. There was no doubt.
The boy is named after his maternal grandfather, whose middle name is Benedict. (He doesn’t favor his first name as much.) The fact that the current Pontiff is also Benedict and Joseph doesn’t hurt. We are dyed-in-the-wool Papists after all.
So now we wait until mid-July for my boy—my boy—to arrive.