The Luck Of The Ivy
When choosing baby names in the past we could never ever come up with a girl name. Which really worked out since we always had boys. But this time around, we could only come up with one name that we loved, and it happened to be a girl's name.
Both hubby and I loved it separately. I loved the nature and timelessness, and my husband- even though he said this didn't have that much to do with it- liked the tribute it would be to historic Wrigley Field's ivy covered walls.
And maybe I kinda liked that, too. A name with meaning. It was special. And it seemed so right.
The morning of our ultrasound, I stood in the shower and rubbed my belly. This baby's name was Ivy, I just knew it. So what if it is a boy?!
I'll never forget the chills and the awe we felt when the technician quietly announced, "it's a little girl." We had never heard those words before, at least not during one of our ultrasounds. But we were having a girl. Our Ivy.
She was born last Monday here at home. Our sweet Ivy LaRue. And so far she is every bit of her classy, timeless, Cub-themed name. This weekend we cheered on Chicago's favorite team as they made it into the playoffs. I have a feeling this is going to be their year. Maybe our little cubby bear is just the good luck charm they need to win the World Series. Go, Cubs, Go!