My name is Heather. My mom swears she had never heard the name before and named me after a song from Brigadoon, but everyone from my generation is named Heather. Either that or Jennifer, Michelle, or Melissa. My roommate in college one year was named Heather as well. People would call our room and ask for Heather! It drove us crazy so we would just start talking to whoever it was until they realized it was the wrong Heather (kind of awkward with the boyfriends!). Then, when I started working, my counterpart’s name was Heather. It got very confusing for the doctors that we called on!
So, when I started having kids, I wanted to name them names that not everyone had. I completely struck out with my first child. Continue reading “my big naming fail”
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