Congratulations, Bekah! On the train to work, you successfully named your unborn child. (Not in that ‘I am currently carrying child’ sort of way, but in that way that I have a child, in theory, in the future, who should probably have a name.) Congratulations, Bekah, on your weirdness. She will be named Ramona! After Ramona Quimby, and the funny leasing agent you’ve been working with this week who keeps telling you she’s going to shoot you. She thinks this is funny, and so do you, a little bit.