When I was in junior high, it seems all of my friends were named Jennifer. In addition to having a bff/cousin Jennie, my friends at school were Jen A. and Jen S., and in high school, Jen H and a few more Jens, Jennys, and Jennifers. Point being, I knew a lot of Jennifers and they were generally wonderful people, but it could get a little confusing.
When Nick and I were expecting, we considered the popularity of a name. Because our last name is Johnson, we figured we needed an unpopular name so there wouldn't be two "Jennifer Johnson" kids in a kindergarten class. So, we went old school. We went for a name that I had never met someone under fifty using. Neither of us went to school with a Henry. We had no friends or relatives named Henry. It was ranked in the 80's on the social security list, between some names I'd never heard people use. The only Henry I knew the first few months of our baby's life was the octogenarian Henry in my camera club. I thought his generation's "Jennifer" was going to be William or Aidan.
What I didn't realize, and perhaps couldn't see coming, is that we were using a name that was on an up-swing. After he was born, we would meet people that would say "My niece just named her baby Henry last week." I've met other Henry's at the playground, the zoo, and the grocery store. A friend recently posted pictures on facebook of her son (who has the same name as Dallas's youngest that I thought would be really uncommon) with her nephew-that's right- Henry.
By trying to go just slightly off the beaten path, we've ending up in the middle of a herd of people just like us, who all have boys with the name equivalent of Jennifer.
PS- To my Jen friends, it is a great name, and you're great too.