I woke up this morning realizing it’s 2012. The year the world will supposedly end, yes, BUT! Also the year I’m getting married. Let’s just hope it’s not in that order, shall we? Otherwise it would be a real bummer.

Anyway.

Roughly five months from now, I will be a married woman (can you still call yourself a girl when you’re married?). I’ll be one of those girls other girls talk about when they go off on one of those well-known

‘everyone around me is either getting married, or getting pregnant, or both’

rants (which I myself have indulged in quite a few times, I have to admit ). I will have two rings on my finger, and a different last name.

And herein lies my dilemma.

Which name to choose? I mean, my options are quite limited, I know that. It’s not like I’ll pull a Phoebe Buffay and change my name to Princess Consuela Bananahammock, but still.

For the past 23 years, I have been Hannah van W. I was ‘graced’ with that name by my biological ‘father’, about two minutes before he decided he really didn’t want to raise another child and walked off. I’m not angry with him for bailing (as I believe growing up without a father is a much better deal than growing up with one who doesn’t want to be there), but I also never felt any real connection to that name. In my teens, I even considered changing it a couple of times, but never went through with it (probably because it costs a pretty penny).

But then I met my half-brother, and later on his lovely wife, their wonderful sons and gorgeous daughter. And suddenly it wasn’t so bad, being part of the van W. clan. I now share my name with people I care about very deeply.

Of course now I have the chance to ditch it, and free of cost at that. I could become Hannah O. But as much as I love Jay’s last name (it’s Hispanic, and quite sexy ) I’m suddenly reluctant to give up my van W. status. There is the option of going for van W. – O. but there would be a lot of L’s in that name and I can just hear myself spelling it out every time it has to be confirmed somewhere already…

Decisions, decisions. Luckily, I have five more months to ponder it over. However, I am curious…

What would you ladies do? Or, if you’re a guy, what are your thoughts on the matter?