My son was always going to be
Peter, and was. Thus reassured and confident, I decided on
Lucy for a daughter. Didn't tell anyone - decided I'd pass it off as a delivery-room inspiration. Which was just as well: somehow, I don't know how, she didn't look anything like a
Lucy. So I went through my (reputable!) name book, trying out each name that I liked until I reached
Caroline, which seemed to fit her perfectly. So,
Caroline it was. Never did get my
Lucy daughter, and it might have been a bit too Narnia with
Peter, but I was willing to take the chance. Then my second daughter had to have one of her sister's names,
Caroline having died, and her first mn was
Beatrice after my mother. Who hadn't liked her name, and always went by
Bea. So, DH and DS insisted on
Beatrice, and I was OK with it because I'd never heard anyone call my mother by it so there were no associations. Naming can be weird.