I know, I know, What was I thinking Right!!!!

          I got pregnant when I was 18 years old and for almost the entire 9 months I prayed and hoped for a son. I had the name set in stone if I was having a boy, but not a single one for a girl and I had no idea what I was expecting. It was probably a week before my first born child was to arrive and I sat down with a gut feeling it was a girl so it was crunch time and I had to figure out a name. It is sort of frowned upon to not name your child in our society, besides what would we call the child, maybe just giving it a number would work lol. Alright anyways I thought and thought and then thought some more, but every name I came up with was easily scratched from the list. Either it was a name of someone I hated or had a bad rap sheet. Some names where just not pretty enough for me, while others were not original. Some names I picked I just couldn't hear myself yelling it out in public. So after much thought and consideration I named my daughter Mary Jane Rose (BLEEP)... It's still great 12 years later to see peoples reactions to her name.