Why do we call the baby Parry?

Since right around Christmas time, Little Lane has received a nickname. Parry. Here's the story...as I was laying on the gurney awaiting thyroidectomy surgery the day before Thanksgiving, Jeremy & Al (Ole Grand Dad Lane) were keeping me company. I expressed to Al that I was worried about my calcium levels and other nutrients this surgery may "take away" from the baby. Al told me, "don't worry! The baby is like a parasite. For example, whatever calcium you aren't able to provide, the baby will just leach from your bones." Much to Grandmo (Maureen) Lane's disliking, we continued to refer to the baby as a parasite on occasion. We later shortened it to Parry, and the name has stuck! Since we don't know the sex of the baby, Parry works much better than having to say "he or she" or "it" all the time. We wonder if we'll still call the baby Parry once born. I doubt it, but if so - you all know the background now.