"Honestly, no." She wiped at her eyes, then dropped her gaze to Andromeda's hand. "I didn't want to know if it was a boy, or a girl, and I thought I'd wait and see if a name sounded right. When we meet, you know."
She covered the girl's hand, moving it slightly, and pressing just a little as the baby moved, nudging against the pressure. "It doesn't move as much anymore. Feet and knees, I think, mostly. It's running out of room." Another nudge.
"But I won't name him-or-her after anyone, if I can help it. It's... it's like it's pressuring them to turn out a certain way. I want this baby to be whatever it wants to be."