My daughter, Marin, is 5 months old. I knew Marin was our next child when I was only a few months pregnant with her. By this I mean that I just KNEW I was having a girl and that her name was Marin. If any other kid came out I would have wondered where my Marin had gone. Now my husband thinks this is all hogwash, but sometimes, I think moms just know. Side note: we choose not to find out the sex of our babies before they are born - we were surprised each time.
At the beginning of my pregnancy I began reading a book series. In these books there was a woman named Maeryn. As I read, I read her name pronounced as MARE-in, rhymes with Karen. I really liked the name and so I played around with spellings, just in case we ended up with another girl.
The more I read, having to say that name, the more I grew to love it. And the more I knew that if it was a girl I would feel weird for a while if her name wasn't Marin. Sure, I would love my baby, no matter the gender or name. However, it was really strange how, as time went on, I felt like I already knew it was a girl and her name was Marin.
Well, actually, I was set on Maren, but since my husband wasn't fond of the name, I let him choose the spelling. While looking online at the meaning of the name Maren or Marin, I found lots of sites that said Maren and Marin both meant "of the sea," which is great because my husband has lived on a lake all his life, loves water sports, and likes to sail. Then one site I found had the same definition for Maren, but Marin's definition added that it would be "the perfect name for a sailor's daughter." We'll, there ya go.
I just knew that Mallory and Marin belonged together, and I saw them together, growing up. It really was weird. I think God also knew I wasn't ready to deal with a boy's equipment just yet...I protested having to have a boy's diapers to change the entire time I was pregnant as my friends wished it upon me.
With a boy name we had one decided on when I was pregnant with Mallory, and this time around we hated every other boy name but that one. We still didn't LOVE the name as much as I loved the name Marin, but it was good enough. Now, I feel like our next child is that boy, and he's just waiting on us to decide to bring him into the world. And if it's not the next one, I think I'd have to change our boy name if we had a 4th child because it wouldn't be him.
I know....totally ridiculous. Either way, ridiculous or not, Marin was destined to be a part of our family.