My mother and my aunt were sitting together and sharing chilbirth horror stories when my mom mentioned that had my brother been a girl, he would have been named “Dawn”.
Of course, I cut in the conversation. “What would you have named me, if I had been born a boy?” I asked her. My real name is Jessica, which had been picked out by my grandmother.
“Same thing,” my mother said, “we just would’ve named you Jesse. Grandma would’ve insisted.”
So had my brother and I exchanged genders, we would have been Dawn and Jesse. :rolleyes:
I will forever be grateful that my cousin Angel was born first, thus sparing me “Angelique.” Yeesh! The name was put to suitable use several years later to name a chicken.
I was almost named Matthew. Everyone was convinced that I was going to be a boy, so when I was born they had to think of a suitable female name at the last minute.
My mum claims that if my dad hadn’t put his foot down she would have named me after some of our German relatives. Hence my name was almost Mundick and my brothers name was almost Milo (pronounced Mee-lo). My sister would have been Hedwig.
My first name is Adam. Had I been a girl, I would’ve been Wendy.
No offense to Wendys out there, and I’ve known several terrific Wendys (in fact, come to think of it, ALL the Wendys I’ve known have been wonderful people), but I don’t think I’d have made a good Wendy.
I don’t know of anything that I was almost named, but my younger brother was almost Clyde Enver. Luckily we all got to vote on our favorite names and the rest of us vetoed those names.
Addendum: my brothers name was David until he was 10 days old. My gramma made such a fuss over it that it was changed to James. (apparantly there was a murder – suicide where the kid involved was David somewhere in the family)
Before I was born my grandmother felt that I should be named Bobby Joe Johnson III. But both my parents immediately nixed that idea. My name was dreamt up by my dad the night before I was born. A really intense dream inspired the Egyptian Book of the Dead. Thank goodness he got it right in the dream.
My father made it to the hospital about 12 hours after I was born. When he finally arrived, he was introduced to Glenn Jr.
“I don’t want some kid running around with the same name as me.” Glenn Sr., 1956.
My name was changed to Mark.
When my first wife was pregnant, we decided on Wesley if it was a boy or Desiree if it was a girl.
He ended up as another Bob. My son was the first great grandson for my grandmother after 7 great grand daughters. My mother suggested naming him after my grandfather, Robert.
If a boy, I would have been José Carlos…good name, but I’m still glad I’m not a boy.
Before they settled for my name, my mom insisted on naming me on some femenine variant of Carlos, my dad’s name (hence the José Carlos if a boy). Carlota, Carolina, Carla, Clara…my dad didn’t want his baby girl to have any of those names, and thus I was spared from those…especially Carlota.
