oh god yes. Hormones! I was a) Young and b) a hippy and c) as flaky as a bowl of Kellogs with the hormones.
I remember aat one point thinking Oak was a very sturdy, Thomas Hardy-esque name for a little boy...
And at one point (totally addled and on planet la-la) waking up with the name Seven in my head. ''But darling, it's my favourite number and it looks so lovely written down. People will get used to it...'' NO-one should be allowed to choose a name until pg hormones have GONE!
My boys ended up with very nice, normal names somehow.