I knew that a girl would be named somehow after my grandmothers, Mary and Eva. At first I considered Emory...a combo of the two names. Then one day in the middle of the store I got a painful leg nerve attack (they bascially would send pain through my body and I couldn't even move) and out of NOWHERE I held my stomach and said, "Molly Eva let's get mommy to a place to sit down"...and I couldn't believe it. I never even though of the name Molly before...and then it hit me, my nanny sent it down to me. And from that moment on I KNEW it was her name. I came home, told Scott about it and it was settled. I didn't even know I was having a girl...but at that moment I knew. and in honestly, she is a perfect Molly.