Mercedes Martinez, how peculiar.
Not that Shannon works for me, either.
Ohh… well I ended up with Ruth Claire but if I had been twins (as it was thought I might be… Mom retained a lot of water) I would have ended up as Mary Rose… Personally I don’t like either and lately I’ve been going by RC but some people say that’s too impersonal so I dunno. -grins- A guy I know renamed me Alexia… I think that’s a pretty name.
Come on, everyone! Is that the best you can do? I’ve got you all beat. My father wanted to name me Chevy.
Now, Chevy Johnson, or Chevy O’Neil would suck, and all, because it’s a very…erm…unique…name, but my last name would have made it much, much worse. Vanne. To pronounce it, just take off the last 2 letters, and say it like it would be spelled.
Thankfully, my mother was able to talk him out of it.
I was going to be a Susan, but my aunt beat my mom to it by a few years (for which my mom never forgave her.)
However, a few years ago I had some of my adoption records traced to find out about some medical history and was sent a hospital record which showed my birth mother had actually given me a name. So, for a couple of weeks, until I was officially handed over to my adoptive parents I was an Amy.
Weird.
I once had a student called Happy and she told me that she started first grade before she knew that her parents had actually named her Felicity. The teacher called the roll and she didn’t answer. They actually had to explain to her that her real name was Felicity. Imagine reaching 5 or 6 without knowing that.
I was almost Eleanor or Laura…not bad. If I had been a boy I would have been Tom or Robert. I feel so uninteresting 
~Kittie
My parents were convinced I was going to be a boy. Everyone thought so. Complete strangers came up to my mother on the street and assured her I would be a boy. My parents were pretty pleased about this, since they’d been able to come up with a boy’s name with no trouble, but a girl’s name was proving a major bone of contention. So they tabled it and stopped worrying. Is anyone surprised that I am a girl?
If I’d been a boy, I’d’ve been Ian. I’ve always liked that name, though I can’t imagine being called it.
For a few days while my parents battled it out I was nearly named Baby (or Baby Girl), the name the hospital threatened to put on my birth certificate if my parents didn’t get their act together. That would have been awful, but I assume my parents would’ve changed it before I was old enough to care.
First choice: Guðbjörg Jórunn. GWITHbyurg YOR-un
Second choice: Corinna - Cor-EEN-ah
Dad wouldn’t let mom name me after my two Lang-Ami (great-grandmothers). I thought that was mean. Then, he decided that Corinna was a “whore’s name” - due to the girl “living in sin” with the serviceman in their apartment building in Germany. :rolleyes:
I ended up with Corrine. Like Green. Like Bean. Like QUEEN!
My younger sister’s name was going to be…
Chevy Chase.
She ended up Jasie (pronounced JC)
came within an ace of being given the forenames Isambard Kingdom, after Isambard Kingdom Brunel, the civil engineer.
I think my mum threatned to not allow her water to break until he relented.
A lucky escape, i feel.
My RL name is Glenn Vandiver Morrison.
Vandiver (pronounced “tan liver” but with stress on Van) is my mother’s maiden name.
Glenn had no significance; it was just a name my parents liked.
Okay, but what they almost named me was Vandiver Glenn Morrison, and they would have called me Van.
My parents have never followed popular music, so they don’t know what my life would’ve been like with “Van Morrison” as a name. They changed their minds only because they thought I’d get teased too much with a first name like Vandiver.
But I turned out bookish and nerdy, and so got teased anyway. I would’ve thought it was cool to be called Vandiver.
I was theees close (holfing forefinger and thumb very close) to being “Vincenzo Taylor.” Instead, as you may have read in the other thread, I’m a very anglo-sounding III. I imagine my childhood in rural Texas would have been different as “Vinny” instead of “Rusty.”
And no, you may not call me Vinny OR Rusty…
Often times, once a name that was previously a boy’s name becomes a girl’s name, it never goes back. Names such as Jocelyn, Evelyn, Ashley and Talylor are probably going to be girl’s names for many years to come.
My dad was born in 1926, which is the sesquicentennial of the US (150 years). My grandparents were going to give him sesquicentennial as a middle name, but decided on Ben-Zion as a middle name instead.
My parents thought that the order of my first name and middle name didn’t sound right, so they reversed it and henceforth I have always been called by my middle name.
My father wanted to name me Benjamin Franklin. Yeeesh.
My mother put a stop to that, but I did end up with the first half.
You rang?
My parents swear this is true: When they got married, they decided to have 2 kids and picked out 2 names: William and Elizabeth. Whoever got born first got the first choice, and whoever got born second would get the leftover. My brother was born first, and was named William. So, my parents claim that I was to be Elizabeth, even if I was a boy.
But I have it on good authority (thanks, Aunt Ethel) that if I was a boy I would have been Edward. And speaking of Aunt Ethel, if she was a boy, she would have been Eziekiel!
I was to be Garrett, my mother’s maiden name, but I had a great-uncle by that name who was said to be a drunk and a scoundrel. Probably for the best, that name and my last name together sound like a train wreck. I kinda like the name I got instead.
I was going to be named Mark. At the hospital though, Grandpappy Sasquatch (John Jr.) starting fuming at my father (John III): “What?!? You’re not going to name him John??” And so John IV came to be. Hooray.
Spanky.
Hey, that’s my mom’s name! But she was named after two starlets that her father liked, Corrine Calvet (sp?) and Pier Angeli. She hates her name. Add to this that my grandparents are (and have always been) constantly mispronouncing words (“Galaxy” as “ga-laxy”, for example), and she’s not even sure if she’s been pronouncing her own name right!
My parents had thought of Victoria.
Mmmmmmm, my name is Slavica so at least it would have prevented the typical comment “Huh? What?” purses lips
My grandmother wanted me named ELLO FLORILLO, her mother’s name. My father said he’d leave us both at the hospitalv if my mother even considered it. THANKS Dad