When I was expecting, we had chosen our boy names--after my grandfather and my husband's father. But we hadn't settled on a girl name. I had a long list of names that I liked, but my husband hadn't agreed to a single one wholeheartedly, and he was convinced we were having a boy, so he didn't choose a girl name that he liked either.
One night we were watching television, and suddenly this name just popped into my head. It was an old-fashioned name that I liked, but hadn't really thought about for a long time.
I had always liked it since I was a little girl. I said " I want to name her 'D-----" . He thought about it two minutes, then agreed. Three minutes later, He picked the middle name, Renee, and I was thrilled because it is a family name on my side, and was supposed to be my name. He didn't even know.
Its strange, because all the names I like are either English, Irish or Hebrew, (to celebrate heritage) but we ended up with a Greek name, and have never regretted it.