Why call it "Bugbear"?
One of Krista's childhood nicknames was "Bug." One of Michael's friends/mentors uses the word "bugbear" to describe an unexpected issue that doesn't seem to have a clear or fabulous solution. While we're growing used to and excited about the impending growth of our family, at first it was very much a surprised that seemed to have no good answer. But the name just stuck.
Will you find out the sex?
Yes.
Will you tell me?
Not until its birthday.
But don't you love me?
Yes! But we don't want gender-specific clothing, toys, betting, etc, and we know how hard it is to resist buying adorable things that line up with our expectations of one gender. We're just saving you the trouble and temptation.
Will Bugbear be a dirty hippy pinko commie like you two?
We can't enfore ideology, and we'll love our kid even if s/he turns out to be a tea party-er. But we do hope that Bugbear will be committed to loving others and changing the world for the better, whatever that means as s/he learns to think and act. Since s/he won't have much of a say in anything for a while, we will indeed be raising a cloth diapered long term milk monger hippy child for the first few years of its life.
Cloth diapers? Aren't those gross and difficult?
Yes, cloth diapers. Anything that catches poop is, by nature, gross. But they're no more difficult than disposable diapers, substantially better for both baby and the environment, way cheaper, and much cuter.
Aren't you going to change your mind and then be stuck with a bunch of fabric poop catchers you don't use?
What, me, stubborn? No.
