Post 5

After the last class lecture, I can relate to the paradox of choices. When I found out I was pregnant, I had so many choices to make. Choices such as his/her room color, themes for the baby shower, and names. It began to become too much, especially picking out a name. I had a numerous amount of names to choose from but could not make up my mind until about a week before he was born. I decided to name him Zion but even up until today, I find myself wishing I would have named him Jacoby.