I almost named my child Tiffany, but chose Andrea instead because…
Okay, I'll admit it. I didn't really like the name Tiffany a whole lot either. (Sorry to those of you out there with the name. I do not mean to be offensive.) When my mom begged me not to name my daughter Tiffany ("I do NOT want to listen to people whining Tiffie all her life!) I shot back, "then you figure out something better."
Just a couple weeks before her due date, we still hadn't figured out a name for our daughter, and I was at a point I wasn't too worried about it. With everything else that goes into raising a child her name was the last thing on my mind. I know... dumb, right. It's only something she will live with for the rest of her life. To be honest I was still hoping she was a boy as we had been told through the whole pregnancy right up until an emergency ultrasound a couple of weeks before. The boy's name we had ready to go.
On Christmas Day my husband and I were hanging around at my parent's house commenting that the baby's due date was only a week away. My mom brought up the subject of our terrible prep-school sounding name yet again. For about the thirtieth time I told my mom that if she would throw out a name we liked better Tiffany would go out the window in a heart beat.
My dad finally said, "Ann. Her name should be Ann." That is my middle name, and it is just too short for a first name. When I said that Dad replied, "Drea. Andrea."
"That's it!" my husband almost shouted. "I like it."
"What's her middle name then?" I asked. I had already fallen in love with the name Andrea and knew our name dilemma was over.
"Christine," my dad stated as if it were obvious. If he and my mom had had another child his name would have been Christopher. "Andrea Christine." It was beautiful and, for us, it was WAY better than Tiffany. Andrea is definitely NOT a Tiffany. I'm glad we were able to solve that problem over Christmas dinner.