What SHOULD you have called your baby?

One trend that celebrities parents have jumped on is naming their baby after a place. Names derived after cities and countries include Bronx, Pheonix, Paris and Ireland. Alicia Keys called her baby Egypt. For the record, Egypt is a boy.

Anne Heche through caution into the wind when she gave her son the whole world, by calling him Atlas. I can imagine him getting quite confused later in life when at school, he starts doing Geography as a subject. "Get out your atlas, Atlas...."

There is no limit to the variety you can inflict on your child's moniker when you think about it. Some suggestions that I think would work include Como, Gosford, Albion Park Rail and let's not forget Mornington Peninsula. Middle name suggestions could include amenities such as Service Station, Church, Park and Rest Stop.

Posh and Becks named their son Brooklyn, after the place that he was actually conceived. And if I am going to reflect on this trend and implement it, my son Jack should be called Couch.

If you were to call your first born after the place of conception, What would it be?

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Enough to make my eyes water.

Baby Daniil Shandrov was recently born in Tomsk, Siberia to parents Georgy and Svetlana. Isn't he a peach!

But at 6.5 kilos at birth,  I should say more like a watermelon.  Svetlana had a natural birth without an epidural which is totally amazing in my opinion.

I am such a wuss.  I cannot even stand getting my legs waxed. So during my labour with my first son,  I would be known to ask for everything and anything on offer.  And that was just in my first stage of labour. I was sucking on that gas,  filling my lungs with whatever was in that tank and then yelling "I CAN STILL FEEL IT!"

I would make a crap Scientologist,  who believe in silent births. You are not even allowed to scream obscenities at your husband and all words are written onto placards.  My placards would read:

• I fucking hate you!
• I do not want to have a baby!
• More I SAID FUCKING MORE GAS AND DRUGS AND PILLS.
• Turn that bloody Enya CD off.
• Stop counting down until my next contraction or I am going to stab you you cockhead!

So anyway, back to me. After 48 hours of intense complaining, something happened. My body thought to itself "Sod this for a joke...." and then proceeded to shut up shop,  so to speak.  So Harry came out via the sunroof,  with me vowing to NEVER do that again.

Until two years later,  when I did it again.

So hats off to you Svetlana Shandrov.  You are bloody amazing.

My new hero Svetlana with husband Georgy and new baby/man Daniil.

Were you a-la natural or a sooky lala like me?