I liked this story of how a baby’s name was chosen, and I thought you might like it too. It’s from Through the Looking Glass, and Annika has generously allowed me to reprint an excerpt here:

So I wanted to tell the story of how we came up with our daughter’s name. Only it’s not much of a story, unlike her brother’s name. But I can’t think of anything else to talk about, and I get twitchy if I go too long without updating, and Will’s mom is here entertaining Sam (he is in HEAVEN) so I don’t have anything to distract me other than a ridiculously good-natured baby who is happy to just lay on her Daddy’s chest. So naming it is.

With Sam we were still discussing names the day before I went into labor. This time we settled on names when I was 20 or 21 weeks pregnant (though it’s not as if that stopped us from discussing them over the remaining time). We picked two girl names and two boy names, and almost immediately narrowed the boy name down to one (sort of–our favorite boy name was the two names combined as first and middle). The girl names were a favorite from the first time (which I am convinced would be Sam’s name were he a girl) and Grace. Each name had a middle name after one of my grandmothers.

My name is the Swedish diminutive form of Anna, which is a form of Hannah, which means grace. My mother’s name, Nancy, is a form of Anne, which is a form of Anna, et cetera. My step-sister is named Hannah… Read the rest of the story at Through the Looking Glass.