Firstly, the piece I wrote for Kendra’s “Defining Me”-series has been published today! The concept of that series is really nice, but that may just be my quarter-life crisis talking. I strongly urge you to check out Kendra’s site, Like a Bird, for more interesting concepts, entries, and, if this entry doesn’t do it for you, adorable baby pictures. She is an awesome woman and one fine mama.

Yesterday, the youngest of the Danish royal brood was baptized, an event which was of course televised. Something like that includes everything I am a sucker for, like babies, names, name speculations, pretty dresses, etc. In the last thirteen years, we have had eight royal baptisms, and I recall sitting glued to the television screen with all of them, holding my breath whenever they were about to announce the name. Why does everything always sound more pathetic when said out loud?

There are certain customs when it comes to royal baby-naming. It is costume that the child is given four names, for example, and that several family members are honored in the process. Because our two princes have chosen to find love outside of the Danish borders, the names have become increasingly international.

Anyway. News run slow in Denmark, and therefore this whole shebang is a much bigger deal to all of us than it should be. Everyone has an opinion on the name and what they think would be appropriate/inappropriate/adorable/hideous, etc. Imagine having 5,5 million people speculate about your child’s name. I would feel pretty important.

While watching the fancy guests arrive at the church (on TV, of course, and yes, this was also shown), my grandmother and I composed a list of possible first names for the little Danish princess.

At one point I went to the bathroom to pee, and that is where I had this psychic vision (the kind you can only have when you are on the can) that the first name would for sure start with an ‘A’. This revelation could be described as nothing less than divine.

And my toilet-psychic devine sense was right! Athena Margueritte Francois Marie. Now, one might think that the common folk’s name speculation ends there, but no. Now we speculate about WHY this particular name was chosen, and what it all symbolizes. Are there any political messages behind the name? (Our royal family are apolitical). Is it Danish enough? Etc, etc, etc. To me, Athena was the only real shocker. Margueritte is a tribute to our Queen, Margrethe (nickname Daisy, which in Danish means “margueritte”), Francois is a tribute to Princess Marie’s mother, and Marie is honoring Princess Marie herself.

More adorable pictures of royal babies, as that is the theme this post is going with:

All of this talk about babies… You know, my brain is saying one thing, but my ovaries are screaming GIMME SOME OF DEM BABIES. Is there some kind of fix for this? Because this is pretty much a constant for me at the moment. I think it’s because my uterus has realized that it is two weeks from now it is no longer in its baby-making prime.