Don't spill the baby's name.

You don't need to read this entire post, I'll spare you the agonizing details and skip straight to the point:

Don't tell anyone your baby name.  Don't.  Unless you want to, I mean.  But if you don't want to, don't tell people.  Bah.

David and I took 6 months to find a name we agreed on.  And when we did we agreed NOT to share it.  Now, to me this meant "don't tell friends and family and co-workers" but there were a few people I bounced ideas off of, and ultimately two people who 'knew' the name.  Although to be honest one of them probably forgot the name and the other one would never tell and doesn't speak to my family anyway.  So it was a non-issue.  Two people.

Then David and I were talking, and my grandmother, who is 93, doesn't know when, if ever, she will get a chance to meet her great-grand-daughter.  We agreed that it would be special for her to know, just her and no one else.  And so we told her.  Now three people knew.

Months past, everything was good, and then in a moment of baby-hormone exhaustion instead of saying "the baby" in a conversation, I spilled the name to my mother.  It was completely an accident.  Then I did it as well with my sister, and again with my mother!  I had no intention of saying anything, in fact I really really wanted it to be a surprise, but somehow the name fell out of my mouth.  And so now six people knew - and they were all on my side of the family.

So today, feeling happy and contraction-y and no thinking straight at all, I asked David if he thought we should tell his parents.  Because, I mean, my parents knew, my sister knew, my grandmother knew, but no one knew from his family.  If this had stretched from a 'full out secret' to a 'within the family circle secret' then it should be even.  So we told his parents.

And then had to tell his brother and wife because, well, they would have been the only people not to know.  And now everyone knows.

And I really, really wanted it to be a surprise.  And I feel cheated.