The name Cayla Joy

I'm going back and forth around the house trying to avoid the kitchen.  I finally baked a loaf of gluten-free bread from scratch and I can't eat it until I take my blood sugar in a half and hour... The smell of fresh baked bread is killing me...  I can walk through a bakery filled with gluten and not have a problem, but knowing the smell of fresh baked bread is for me this time... almost impossible to resist. :o)  So, to get my mind off the smell, I thought I'd write in my blog.  Hope this makes sense since I'm a little distracted at the moment...

I just wanted to write down the pretty simple story of how we came up with the name Cayla Joy. It shouldn't take more than 20 minutes. :o)  We had somewhat decided on a boy's name, and no, I'm not saying what it was. When it came to a girl's name, we were kind of stumped.  We tried to do family names, but didn't really get too far with that.  Lowell kept saying it was a boy anyways, so what did it matter (hee, hee... I think he still owes his brother Cress for a $5 bet that it was a boy... funny). Anyways, the day we had the long, long ultrasound of 90 pictures or so, we found out it was a girl.  The ultrasound tech said that it was definitely a girl and not just for lack of boy parts, but she found girl parts... Lowell and Samuel just hung their heads and tried to get pity from the rest of us in the room (all women), which didn't work. So on the way home, when we stopped for a few groceries, I took off getting what I needed and then couldn't find Lowell and Samuel.  Eventually I found them in the bakery picking out doughnuts to "console themselves on the loss of their boy".  Whatever... I knew he was slightly disappointed, but that he'd be happy either way.  So, later that night when I went to bed, there's Lowell lying there with his internet in one hand and paper and pen in the other.  He was going through lists of girl names from Celtic, Irish, German, Russian, Hebrew, you name it and writing down any favorites that jumped out at him.  His disappointment of it not being a boy apparently didn't last too long... I started going through the list and thought, maybe, no, maybe, what was he thinking, no, maybe, I know people with that name and so on.  Well then I saw "Cayla" and thought, Cayla Joy.  I think I kind of like that. I told Lowell I liked Cayla and asked him which list it came from.  He said he actually liked that one too and that it came from the Hebrew list meaning "Crown of Laurel".  I had a friend add on my facebook comment that... "the foliage of the laurel is an emblem of victory or distinction".  A wreath of laurel was put around the winner's neck.  I kind of liked that and feel it fits this little girl perfectly.  The middle name of Joy just came since it's my middle name and seemed to fit well too. :o) So, we thought we should mull it over a day or two to see if that's really the name we wanted. Well, the rest is history.  

Thus, the long-winded version of how we picked "Cayla Joy".  I did have to stop a few minutes ago and take my blood sugar and get 2 very thin slices of my bread.  Oh joy!  It was delicious.  Didn't want to add anything on it that might ruin it, plus it would have put me over my 30 g. of carbs limit for the evening snack... The sacrifices, Cayla... You just wait until you're here and the doctor takes me off insulin... Actually it's been really good for me, and I do hope that I can carry what I'm learning with this low carb diet with me after the pregnancy.  Time will tell. :o) I am back to my starting weight of this pregnancy after losing, gaining, losing and now slowly gaining a little back again despite the diet.  Although with the food I'm eating, it's got to be Cayla's weight gain and not mine. So, I'm ready to go read my book and relax a little before bed.  Man, I'm already thinking about breakfast and what to have with my slice of bread... Maybe some "dippy" eggs............