I am so sorry I don't have a cute nickname for you. People have asked if I do, and I feel a bit chagrined when I say, no, not really. No cute "Bean" in residence, I'm sorry to say. Mostly this is because most people come to the Bean nickname by way of that first ultrasound where their babies look like, well, beans. In my case, the first time I "saw" "you" you were one of two blobs squeezed from one tube into a second tinier tube and flickering for five seconds on a large screen, amorphous, just one of two tiny blobby possibilities, five days into the whole "becoming a person" process. (I'm sorry your shipmate blob didn't like their womby accommodations enough to stick around, by the way.)
It just felt mean to call you Blob, though. I think you'll forgive me.
I'm also sorry I haven't been reading you books in utero. Apparently I'm supposed to be doing that, judging by the questions and the "Oh..." answers when I say no, I hadn't thought to do so. I figure you've got a lifetime for books though. You're rather stuck with them, given that I'm a librarian. For now, I figure I'll let you rest up. I have an epic reading list waiting for you whenever you're ready.
Mama? I don't have a nickname yet, either. So on this, we're rather even.