My mother told me that she wanted to name me Jennifer, but a neighbor across the street had a baby and named her that, so they had to choose a different name. They actually didn't have any other name picked out for a girl, so one of the nurses suggested my name - and helped out with my middle name, too. If I was a boy, I would have been Jayson because everyone called my dad Jay - even though his name is John (after his father). Interestingly enough, my dad told me a few years back that he has always hated that family members called him Jay. He always introduces himself as John. My mother told me that my dad said the day I was born, "G*d d*mnit, woman, you can't even have a kid right!" I guess he really wanted a boy. When he saw me, though, he changed his mind and liked me after all. My mother is one of those people that twists the truth of things (or outright lies) so I'm not really sure if my dad sad that even. I asked him about it and he said that he doesn't remember saying that. Of course he might have been drunk, so who knows. Okay, that was all TMI.