No worries, we can grant you dispensation here.
My mom was not born Catholic although she raised all 6 of us in the Church, even sent us to Catholic schools. She wanted to convert but wasn't allowed due to a brief teenage marriage which was the sort of stupid stuff that prevented people from converting back in the 50's. Finally, in her late 50's, my mom developed serious health problems and was scheduled for a risky surgery. My sister asked her if she wanted to be baptized still. She did. My sister had a friend whose hubby worked at a church and she was able to arrange for the young, hip associate to do the honors since times had changed and the Church was no longer chasing people away (at least not for divorce). None of us had met the guy until he came to the hospital to baptize her. We 3 oldest daughters were there along with my father. When the priest walked in, we 3 turned to one another and simultaneously whispered, 'What a waste!'. He was quite the looker. He was also wearing a tweed jacket and loafers with argyle socks which caused my father to turn to my sister and ask where she found this guy, surely argyle socks were against the rules. My dad forever after referred to him as 'that sporty priest that baptized your mother'.
BTW, I am my mother's godmother. My mom remained a faithful Catholic for the rest of her life.