A name--maybe

We have been struggling with a name for baby boy. With time ticking down, I need your opinion. I think we have narrowed it down to Benjamin or Jeffrey with middle names of Joel, Benjamin (if we name him Jeffrey), Jeffrey (if we name him Benjamin), or David. I won't tell you the ups and downs of each name we have chosen, I just want to know what you think. I also want to know if you have any other good names. Nothing too out of the ordinary, yet not in the top 10 names. Please help!

A week without Daddy

So Daddy went to Texas with his family a couple of weeks ago. I stayed home because we really couldn't afford for all of us to go and I need to save up my PTO for when the baby comes. From what I can tell, Joel had a really good time. He spent some time in Houston, Corpus Christi, and San Antonio. He didn't take the camera so I don't have any documentation that he actually went, but I am pretty sure he did.

While he was gone, Jenna and I had a good time. We dropped him off at the airport and I headed home to take Jenna to school. It was water day and she was really excited to play in the water with her friends. I had two doctor appointments that day so I figured she would have more fun doing that than hanging out in the doctor's office.

Well, we arrived at school, I got out of the car to open her door. In that 10 seconds worth of time, she had thrown up all over the back seat of the car. Ug. So we headed home. I had just enough time to clean her up and head to my first appointment. She did surprisingly well there. I think the puke was a one time thing because she was happy and well the rest of the day. We went to Roberts and picked up some things to do and spent the evening just hanging out.

The rest of the week we spent swimming, coloring, watching cartoons, and just playing. We did spend Saturday and Sunday down at my parents. Jenna had a ball. She spent the entire time just giggling. She is really getting to a fun stage. Everything just seems to crack her up.

Jenna couldn't wait for me to finish blowing up the swimming pool, so we had it inside and she watched cartoons while sitting in it.
Painting an apron for herself.
Painting an apron for Daddy. I love the concentration on her face.
Crazy hair day at school (which really isn't any different than any other day for Jenna)
At the park.

Huh?

So a few weeks ago at my doctor appointment, the doctor said he was worried about how small I was measuring. He decided to order an ultrasound for me. I was not about to tell him that I measured small with Jenna and she was 7 lbs 5 oz when she arrived. I figured it was my chance to see the baby again before he was born without paying an arm and a leg to go to Fetal Fotos. So mid-June I went in for the ultrasound. The ultrasound said that he was measuring about 5 lbs--in the 61st percentile, so a bit on the large side. The doctor still measured me at 3 weeks smaller than I should be. So the baby is measuring big and I am measuring small. Should I be nervous about this??? I think this explains all of my growing pains, though.