Because my mother had such difficulties with her pregnancies, we were told her history. In my case there was a good reason. She had been told after my big sister that she wouldn't have any more children. Well, 5 years later, she was pregnant with me. She had always wanted to name a boy after my Dad, but Dad was not too keen on the idea. So he said "Okay, here's your one chance. If this baby is born AFTER my birthday (knowing she was dues about 6 weeks after his birthday, but as I said, always had pemies), and it's a boy, then you can name this one Junior. Well, I was born the day after his birthday, but I was (and am) a GIRL. Poor ma, she never did get a Donald Junior, but dad was pretty happy about it!