David.
It was my mom’s favorite name and actually, she planned to name my older brother that. But about a year before he was born, my aunt had a baby David and my mom thought they would be too close in age to have the same name. A year later, when she was pregnant again, she felt she still couldn’t use the name so my sister was going to be a Douglas.
When I came along three years later, it was definitely going to be David. And then I was born with a vagina and all, and shot that plan to hell. So she never did get her David.
And I would have been David, by the way, not Dave.