What Is In A Name

Who knows. Phil and I are debating whether to name our girl Carly, now. We like it, but I think Phil wants something stronger for her. We'll see. I know he likes Alexandra, and I guess I could live with it if I called her Alex. I just want her to get here, already. I'm done being pregnant, but I know once she's out, I'll be so sleep deprived, I'll be wishing for her to get back in. Also, having trouble with my name. I got my replacement checks in the mail yesterday, which showed my maiden name, spelled incorrectly. Jessica Mapterna. I figured, if they effed up that badly, I may as well go down to the bank and get my name changed to my married name (I already did it with my doctor's stuff, much to Phil's relief - he was pretty unhappy with Kane being Baby Materna the first day). Well, Phil and I belong to a very nice bank in Chinatown that has very few tellers who can speak very good English. This is not their fault, but rather, my arrogance talking. Plus, I'm goinng to get a Chinese tutor anyway, since I want to learn the language and then teach Kane and Carly. But we're getting off track. When I got to Chinatown (Oakland), they shunted me around to three different tellers, the final one telling me I needed my Social Security card and two forms of ID with my married name on it. This wouldn't be a problem, except I never got my Social Security card changed over when I got married, because it got stolen four months before my wedding, and I figured I would wait until everything else got switched over before I made the trek to the SS office to stand in line for four hours and change my name on a card that no longer existed. Yeah, I never did that. Now I am paying the price, so I made an (useless) appointment for tomorrow at the SS office. Wish me luck. Kane has more solid ID than me. He's got a birth certificate and a passport, already.