i love hearing what people *almost* got named.
my mom almost named me Sheila.
Sigyn. Though I adore the name, I have to agree with dad. I am no Sigyn. (But most definitely a Hedvig, my second name)
Actually, my middle name of Margaret was going to be my first name (it is the name of my great-grandmother), but fairly close to my birth my parents chose my first name. I’d be fine with that, although my first name is much more unique.
Among the names my parents considered were Aurora (my dad thought it sounded too stripper-y), Clothilde, and…my favorite…Valkyrie Rose.
I mean, other than being a soprano I’m about as far from a valkyrie as it gets. But it’s a good name.
If I had been a boy, my name would have been Daniel Eamon. I quite like it!
If I had had a penis, my name was going to be Rudyard. RUDYARD. I would have ended up being RUDY. When I was a little kid, my parents bought by RUDY stuff when there were personalized name things for children because it was easier to find RUDY than my given name.
My other potential name was Gabriel or Gabrielle but my mother realized people would call me Gabby and was horrified.
If I’d been a boy, Orazio, or, if they’d had pity on me, Angelo. I think we all dodged a bullet.
Sarah. There was never any other option. My mum apparently had a feeling I was going to be a girl, and it turned out okay in the end, but yeah…
Kirsten, if my mom had had her way. Misty, if my dad had won out.
Dad said Kirsten was a hippie name. Mom said they already had two dogs named Misty and it would get confusing.
Kirby or Queenie LaRue.
mom and dad, respectively.
If I’d been assigned female at birth I would have been named Teresa. I’m kinda glad I got to pick a different name.
My dad wanted to name me Terra-Estrella, as in two words for my first name. Caitlin’s hardly original compared to that but I don’t know if every substitute teacher I ever had needed to know what huge hippies my parents were.
my mama wanted to name me Audrey. Like, Feed me Seymour! Audrey. Apparently i was a demanding fetus.
i guess Gabrielle was my parents’ second choice, since it ended up being my second name? Glad they changed their mind, since sometimes it feels like it’s the name of like 90% of the people my age.
According to my co-worker, her father wanted to name her Nancy, after Nancy Drew (he’s a big mystery fan, I guess.) Her mother overruled and named her Milan. Then a nun at the hospital misspelt it on the birth certificate and her parents didn’t notice until a week and a half later, which is why she’s named Meeland.
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