What I hadn't planned on was that all the names I liked would be rejected by my husband, who also felt strongly about the naming process. I was sure. I leaned more towards Suzanne or Danielle or Colleen. After months of contemplating names, possible nicknames, the words formed by the initials of the first, middle and last names, crossing off the ones that sounded too cute or didn't go with Duffy, by process of elimination, we narrowed our choices and from these we chose Corinne. Just Lauren I once read that when you dream, although you recall the events in a lineal fashion, the dream actually occurs from a point at the end and moves toward the beginning.
Memories seem to work that way too.
I was pregnant because that element of the unknown is now missing. Seeing her for the first time in the delivery room, she was Lauren. Not a Corinne, the name my mother spoiled for me. Not a Nicole, the name I loved and my husband couldn't stand. Not the Laurie he preferred and I vetoed because it sounded too much like Little House on the Prairie .