Follows are lists of the names that I considered for my daughters (but ultimately rejected) and why:
Gayle (Don’t even ask; suffice it to say that by avoiding this moniker for my first-born child, I deftly ducked a lifelong-reminder bullet of someone happily forgotten – well, almost forgotten until I thought up this list.)
Dawn (Because I loved Mary Ann on Gilligan’s Island? Mary Ann was played by actress Dawn Wells. I don’t know why I thought of the name Dawn; however, I’ll admit that when I was a little girl I wanted to be Mary Ann, who I knew would marry The Professor if they ever got rescued . . . but I digress.)
Jennifer (I have never met a Jennifer who wasn’t awesome and beautiful, but pining my first child with such an über-worthy name seemed like it would lay an undue burden of expectation on
her me her me.)
Kelli (All girls named Kelli spelled with an “i” at the end are popular. But then, popular girls can be awfully tiresome, so, no.)
Kristin (Just a variation on the spelling of her actual name. I’m glad she likes it spelled with the “en” ending; I do too.)
Courtney is the middle child, so if I was considering any names for her other than the one she got, I don’t remember them. I do remember how I came up with Courtney. While I was in the hospital
spending as much time away from the ex-husband as my health insurance would allow recovering from the C-section, I was leafing through People Magazine and came across an article about the Kennedy family. The article mentioned something-or-other about a cousin (I think she was) named Courtney Kennedy. I thought that was a cool name. It might have been the post-op morphine that made it seem cool at the time, but while my inspiration was highly suspect, the name Courtney is cool.
Rebekah (No spelling it R-e-b-e-c-c-a like she’d fallen of the produce wagon direct from Sunnybrook Farm, no sir-ee-bob. Note that I opted for the rockin’ spelling straight out of the Bible; Tom-the-Atheist-Father nixed this one fast.)
Rhiannon (I was once a Fleetwood Mac fan back in the day, but that’s not why I liked the name Rhiannon. I just
wanted a voice, flowing black dress, and long blond hair like Stevie Nicks liked the sound of it. Tom nixed this one in short order too. In hindsight, he was right, I would have had that song stuck in my head for the last eight years solid, like it is right now. Like it will be For At Least A Week.)
Whitney (Pretty name, but Laura’s name needed it’s own ending sound.
Perhaps Admittedly, this might be some sort of is an OCD/balancing thing with me. If two daughters’ names had “ey” endings and one had “en,” then I would have had to give birth to one more with an “en” ending to make it even. However, with one daughter’s name ending in “en,” one ending in “ey,” and one ending in “a,” there was balance and I could be done with my contribution to overpopulating the planet. And don’t worry, I’m in therapy.)
Hunter (This was her great-grandfather’s name; it rocks, but we opted to give her a family middle name instead.)
Emma (Good thing we didn’t pick this now that Laura has a little cousin called Emma. It would have confused the grandparental units on holidays if there were two girls called Emma running around.)
Lauren (Close, but no cigar. With the name Laura, each daughter’s name has an ending as unique as the daughter. See “Whitney” above.)
Laurel (Close, but no cigar. And we are sure we chose correctly. Although the “el” would have filled the unique-ending requirement, Laura is just the right name for, uh, Laura. It felt right when she was in utero, and she looked just like a Laura from the moment she was delivered. A Laura is a Laura is a Laura.)
Turns out it really didn’t matter what we named Laura since she answers to Kristen, Courtney and Laura. In fact, she probably thinks her name is Kristen-Courtney-Laura because I have to run through all of them to get to the right one. It’s kind of like how you can never provide the last four digits of your social security number without thinking through the first five. Or how about if someone asks you what letter comes after G? Do you have to start singing the ABC song in your head? Does anyone else do this stuff or am I the only one working on her last brain cell over here?