Yes, you read that headline right. This is the story of my name.

Everyone has a name, and I'm sure if you go and ask around, there is a some kind of story behind every name. They may be named after a family member, a place that had value to your parents, or maybe, there isn't a reason at all, and your parents just liked it and decided that what you should be called for the rest of your life.

The story of my name is not like that at all, you see, it wasn't even my parents who named me, it was my brother.

What? Your brother?

Yes, my brother. Here's how this odd story goes...

It wasn't like my parents just weren't prepared to name me. They had several names picked out before I was born. However, they were the kind of people who wanted a surprise, so they did not know I was a girl until I made my debut. Overjoyed at this discovery, they decided to share the good news with my Nana who was also watching my brother. My Nana, who I'm sure enthusiastically handed over the phone to my brother, told him that his mom and dad were on the phone and that they had good news. Finally on the receiving end of the call, my brother eagerly awaited the news he had wanted to hear. That he now had a baby brother.

One problem though, I was... A GIRL.

So the conversation went something like this (keep in mind my brother was like 8 at the time).

Mom & Dad: Honey! We have great news! You have a baby sister!

My Brother:

Mom & Dad: Aren't you excited?

*Brother proceeds to scream in what seems like agony and throws the phone at the wall effectively ending conversation, and breaking the phone*

Okay, so my brother was not happy, and apparently he was in a sour mood too when he finally got to the hospital. My parents, in order to help him get excited about my arrival I guess decided to give him the great honor of naming me. That's when he decided to name me Nicole.

Hmmm. not too shabby of a name for an eight year old.

I'm Nicole and this was the story of my name.

What's yours?