This isn't as interesting or unusual as your stories but when I was in HS, I wanted two kids and their names would be Scott and Caitlyn (those of you who know me, which should be all of you LOL- know that I got what I wanted
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When my DH and I were only engaged, we talked about kids and I told him that I had two names- too bad if he didn't like them. My theory was that if I was doing the hard work of being pg, *I* got to decide the names.
1996- I have a baby boy, that was easy. Scott.
1998- pg again and I go into preterm labor. I am sobbing in the L&D unit because I don't have a boy's name picked out. What am I going to do if they can't stop the labor and I don't have a name? I was freaking out because I didn't; have a name, what if I couldn't bond with the baby if they were in NICU and DIDN'T HAVE A NAME!
Side note: I was also on a lot of drugs that made my eyes roll in different directions so cut me *some* slack
The good news was that they were able to stop the labor and I went home on bedrest with plenty of time to pick out a boy's name. We prepped Scott that he was going to be a big brother and that if it were a girl, his sister would be Caitlyn and if it was a boy, his name would be James.
I have the baby, it's a girl and Scott goes to see her in the nursery window.
Sure, cool, that's my baby sister. But where is James??
Perhaps-- we prepped him a little too much LOL!!