I had this pressing feeling on my heart like that was what his name should be. I didn't pick it. It came to me. Since about the middle of my pregnancy, I have felt that God wanted me to name him Jacob. We were driving over Snoqualmie Pass when the urge was so strong, I just asked Andy if we could name the baby that. I can't even explain where the name came from except the way my spirit was moved, it had to have been from the Holy Spirit.
God has always had an extra strong presence during this pregnancy. We were at Mass one day in August, and I had a strong feeling that something was wrong-maybe wrong isn't the right word. I had a feeling that God's hand was on Jacob. That He was ever present in Baby Jacob's unborn life but I didn't know why. I hadn't told anyone that I had been feeling this for quite a while. The choir was singing a song and the words were "I have a maker. He formed my heart. And before even time began, my life was in his hands. He knows my name. He knows my every thought. He sees each tear that falls and hears me when I call." I started crying almost uncontrollably. It was an amazingly overwhelming feeling that my baby was in God's hands and He had some special plan for him. (At that point, we had no reason to think anything was abnormal about this pregnancy.) Although we like to pick uncommon names for our kids, I knew it had to be Jacob.