Fight For It

Niki and I had to get some bloodwork done this week, and as the conversation often turns, the technician was asking us if we had a name picked out. While we are certainly narrowing our list at this point, we haven't quite yet decided, which of course opened the door for the technician to offer a suggestion. After learning we were having a boy (and giving me a smile and a nod), he said, "Junior's always a good name." I thought he was kind of kidding, but when Niki had left the room, he turned to me with that same wry smile and said, "Junior is a good name." Then, dropping the smile entirely, squinting his eyes just so and staring straight into my eyes, he looked at me and offered the following in a slow, haunting tone: "Fight for it." It will be interesting to see which pregnancy memories will last with us years from now. Somehow I have a feeling that while I may eventually forget exactly how I was feeling at different stages of this experience, "Fight for it" will live on for quite some time.