I was going to be Joseph Robert Lewis, to be called Joe (my brother's name is 11 letters long, and my parents watched him suffer through learning how to spell it, and wisened up when I came along).
But surprise! I arrived and I was a girl! There was no girl's name picked out, so my mom, holding me, started listing off some options: "Are you a Hannah?" No response from me. "Are you a Sarah?" No response. "Are you...Laura?" I flop my brand new baby head towards her and look her straight in the eye. So yeah. I chose my own name.
I was going to be named Jacquelyn, but my dad found Kimberly in a magazine and went with that instead. He liked that I could be called Kim or Kimmy (blech) as well. My mom thought they were being very unique with my name. Alas, it was 1979 and Kimberly was the 8th most popular name for the year.
Had I been a boy: Jared. (also, blech!)
I was a week away from being Hannah when the song Julia by the Beatles came on the radio and my parents fell in love with the name. I like Hannah, and it fits me well, but I know at least 5 (or that's how many I'm seeing in my phone contacts right now) so I'm glad I got a less common name. My brother was always Jackson, but he would have been Sophia if he were a girl.
My Dad told me he wanted to name me Dovie after his great-aunt! I ended up D@wn, which I don't like, although I'm okay with my nickname, DJ.
Robin ... and I'm rather pleased that my mum picked Zelia over that (despite the endless mispronunciations and spelling errors). See now, I love Robin and I strongly associate it with the wonderful Robin Hood, therefore I immediately think "boy" when I hear it. Also, while it has a sweet but still strong ring to it in English, in Danish it just sounds way too rugged to ever work as a girls name (in my opinion, at least). The story behind her wanting to call me Robin is better than the story behind my *real* name though. The European Robin is my mum's favourite bird, whereas she saw Zelia in the credits of some film and just liked the name.
Allison- no idea what they would have used for a middle name.
I was going to be called Betty....no idea why my Mum changed her mind but I am so glad she did!