When I was pregnant with my son, my husband and I couldn’t decide on a name. So we decided to get our friends involved. We came up with a shortlist of names we liked (Finn, Tennessee, Dash, etc) and tossed in a few suggested by our three-year-old daughter, other family members and friends (Humpty, Kevin, Rogan Josh, etc).
Then, at a party, we asked our friends to fill out a voting form and post it in a ballot box. The name that won by a mile happened to be my personal favourite, so we went for it.
Of course, there are plenty of other ways to choose your baby’s name…
Ask the internet.
This is a little more risky than asking your friends. You can pretty much guarantee that your bundle of joy will end up being called Baby McBabyface. But back in 2014, the world hadn’t heard that joke yet. When Canadian couple Alysha and Stephen McLaughlin set up their website to let the internet choose, they got 150,000 votes. And the winning name was… Cthulhu All-Spark. They went for the second most popular choice, Amelia.
Wait and let your baby choose for themselves.
One couple who did this were hippies Dee and Stubby Street of Idaho. They called their daughter “Baby Girl” for the first three years of her life, planning to wait and let her make the decision. But when she needed a passport, they named her Picabo (pronounced Peek-a-boo), after a nearby village. Not only was Picabo Street happy with her name, she went on to become an Olympic gold medal-winning skier.
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Let your unborn baby choose, using an app.
In 2011, the app Kick To Pick was released. Parents-to-be can put the phone on the belly, let the app start running through a list of names, and then go with the one that makes the baby kick. As writer Jacqueline Burt Cote pointed out at the time, parents don’t have to take the blame when their child says they hate their name. “You can answer in all honesty, ‘You picked your name, sweetheart. Now run along and do your homework, Moroccan Scott.’”