One Hundred Days Left, But Who's Counting?

Gummy Bear is due 100 days from today!
I can't update with any pictures, but here's what I do know . . .
Dr. did an ultrasound on Tuesday to check my cervix, hoping it would be at least 3.5 cm. And it was 3.67! Yahoo! So all my crazy gallivanting around the countryside was fine! For sure Baby is a girl. I don't know why that was comforting to me--maybe because I always think the scan can be wrong until you see the actual plumbing.
I'm still taking it easy, easier than normal anyway. And I am lamenting the fact that I've outgrown a few of my maternity clothes. This body change has been hard for me. I feel gross and big, and the worst is still ahead. It's all worth it in the end, I know. Easy to say, hard to remember.
Our biggest issue right now is a name. Since we've never really known the gender of Baby before it was born, the name debate has been cut in half, but that's about as far as we've gotten. Why is it that naming a child is so difficult, until the moment they're named? Then they just become that name and all the debate is forgotten.
Heidi was going to be Alexandra, but when you're born at 13 inches and 1 lb. 12 oz., your name can't be that long!
Brad wanted to name Tucker "Rex." Thankfully that didn't happen. But his name is Tucker Christian, and we called him Christian for the first five months of his life, then morphing into Tucker C., then just Tucker. Tucker is my maiden name, and I knew firsthand all the teasing associated with it. But, in the end, what a perfect name for him.
Heidi and Tucker solved the name debate with Ben when they came to the hospital. Mom and Dad couldn't agree (Andrew or Nicholas), and they both begged, "Can we please name him Benjamin?" So we did.
Lily Jane was named after two grandmas--Lillie Poe and Grandma Janie. But she was Lucy Rose (after two different grandmas) for an hour first.
Ella--means beautiful fairy, and that name fits our angel child perfectly.
Micah means gift, and that's how I've always thought of him, as a gift to fill a void. And Thatcher is Brad's cousin who's practically a brother. Never seen Thatcher stunned to silence actually, until we named a kid after him!
Baby #7 comes around and the name pool is dwindling. Dr. mentioned after his birth that March 28th is President Kimball's birthday, so that's the name I wanted. But, tradition in the Denton Sanatorium allows all voices in the family to speak, and no one else liked it. Dad liked Jack. Same issue. After much deliberation, Heidi suggested Hyrum, and we had another "Why not?" moment. So Hyrum Kimball joined the ranks.
I've really been struggling with names this time. Brad likes things totally opposite from me--names no one else uses often like Mary, Caroline, and Eve, and I opposite from him--Grace, Joy, Hope, Faith. Tucker likes Savannah, Ben likes Erin, Lily likes Brittany, Micah likes Marissa or Alyssa. Heidi has been a little more close-lipped on this one, seeing that her use of baby names is actually within the realm of five years (gulp!), but she really likes Olivia. Dad hates all of those, and I can't begin to decide.
Help.
Any suggestions will be taken under advisement, then, unfortunately, presented to the ever-growing committee.
One hundred days.