
Choosing the right name is important.
Twenty-five years ago, when I was pregnant with my first child, my husband and I deliberated over baby names. We had no official notification of whether we were having a boy or a girl. I know this is going to sound ridiculous, but I knew I was having a girl because I had met her in my dreams. I had dreams where I was holding a black haired, blue eyed baby girl. My husband, the scientist, didn’t pay any attention to my “evidence”. He insisted that we pick a boy name and a girl name. Actually, he was rather convinced (I have no idea why) that we were having a boy, so convinced that he let me pick a girl name without any arguing. I let him pick the boy name without too much debate, because I knew we wouldn’t be using it.

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