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My mom tells me the story about how my name nearly became "Porkchop." That's right. My father loved grilling, and made pork chops while my mother was pregnant. He thought about naming me after his favorite meat dish. My mom was adamant and chose the more traditional Precious. While I do love a good pork chop, it is hard to imagine someone introducing themselves as "Hi, my Name is Porkchop." No thanks. So thank goodness for my mom's intervention and for the fact that I don't have to constantly correct people on how to spell "P-O-R-K-C-H-O-P." That would just be a pain. Moral of this story? Listen to your mother. Don't let food obsessions dictate your baby name choices. Trust me on this.

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