She is the CEO of Yahoo! Fortune Magazine recently named her the most powerful woman in business. Marissa Mayer is also a new mom. She had her first baby, a boy, on Sept. 30. She might be superwoman, but turns out Marissa Mayer is human, too. She’s already facing obstacles when it comes to mothering. Apparently, she can’t think of a name for her kid.

I read in the newspaper that she has sent out an e-mail to her nearest and dearest asking for help to come up with a name. Journalist Jeff Jarvis tweeted: “Just got a large group email from @marissamayer. She’s crowdsourcing suggestions for Baby Boy Bogue’s name! How digital can you get?”

It’s not like Mayer is making up the pressure of coming up with the perfect name for her baby. Seems these days, it’s not just the rich and famous who try to outdo each other with clever, cutesy names. Gwyneth Paltrow has Apple. Mariah Carey has twins Moroccan and Monroe. You need go only so far as your local playground or kindergarten to hear names that make you go, “Huh?”

A question for mothers reading this: Was it like that for you coming up with names for your kids? I can’t say I entirely relate, as my daughter was already 11 years old when I met her. Pre-named, of course. My biggest naming challenges have been for dogs, three-legged cats and chickens.

I do know, however, how it is to be that kid with the unusual name. When phone service operators ask to talk to “Mr. Kagan,” I can confidently reply, “Actually, I’m the only woman named Daryn you will talk to all day.”

Growing up with what many consider to be a rather unusual name for a girl has had its challenges. The U.S. government wanted to know why I hadn’t registered for the draft when I was 18. Overall though, I’ve liked having an unusual name.

So, I would tell Marissa and her husband not to sweat the name stuff too much. The kid is going to love you for loving him, no matter what you call him.

And if he doesn’t, he can always change his name himself. I know a Phyllis who changed her name to Morgan; a Tricia who changed her name to Rooney; and the little girl down the street? Her parents named her Sarah Grace. At 2½ she announced her name was “Pinkie.” Sure, kids do that all the time for an hour or an afternoon. It’s 10 years later, and she’s still very much Pinkie. We’d no more call her Sarah Grace than we would Joe.

Which brings me to my general baby-naming advice: Go with your heart. Ignore the pressure. Do not make this a group discussion. Do not ask for advice. No “crowd-sourcing.” No sharing ahead of time. You ask for advice, you’re going to get more than you ever wanted.

Announce the name of your baby after he or she is born. Let the burden go to your friends and family. Let them fake that they love the name. And trust me, many of them will be faking it, that is, until they meet and fall in love with your bundle of joy. Because, one day very soon, the mere thought of your sweet baby will make all those who love him say, “Yahoo!”