At the school I work in for pregnant and parenting teens, names are a regular topic of discussion. The young women toss names around, laughing and scrunching up their faces or nodding in agreement. The newest mother-to-be listens carefully, adding new names to the mental list she keeps. Some of the students give their babies traditional names like Isaac, Thomas, and Anthony. Others give hipper celebrity names like Jayden and Aliyaah. Mostly, I like the names they choose. And even more I like the group camaraderie that wrestles its way into these conversations, silent and stubborn, like the students themselves when they each first arrive at the school wary and nervous in their big-bellied adolescence.