Names Names Names

I don't know why, but I've been thinking of different names all day today.
Don't get too excited. I'm not pregnant. At least I don't think I am.
As I was saying, I've been thinking about different first names to go with Martin. By 9pm, while Bill was busy programming on the computer and me busy catching up on "Buffy" episodes, the name Christopher Martin occurred in my head. For some reason, I really really liked that name (in hindsight, it might have something to do with Christopher Robin in Winnie the Pooh or Christopher Walkin on one of Bill's T-shirts). Out of the blue, I threw that name at Bill by the computer. He replied matter-of-factly without even turning away from the computer screen, "I don't like it. It's got no meaning for me." So I asked him to come up with names that have meanings for him. He didn't, so my game of names continued.
Anthony Martin. Benjamin Martin... we even played around with Rudolph Martin (Rudy for short). I asked Bill which letter in the alphabet he liked best, and we went along with all the names starting with the letter J. Joey's got Joseph already, so I joked about the name Jean. However, with a first name like Jean, there seems to always be a middle name. Bill completed the name, Jean Philippe Martin, in a fake French accent. As we laughed about Jean Philippe Martin, the name Jeffery came along and kicked all the other names out the window.
Jeffery Martin.
Compare to Jeffery, Christopher Martin seems a mouthful.

Bill didn't have enough patience to play the name game with me any longer. He heard his Nintendo DS calling while I was on the real telephone with a colleague. By the time I was done, he was deep in a battle in space.

Jeffery, defined as "divinely peaceful". I like that.

Nope. I'm not pregnant. Though I know for a fact that it's around the time of swirling hormones.