He goes to sip his tea, then sets the mug down decidedly. No more tea.

"I..." He scrubs his hands over his face, really thinking, then rests his chin on folded hands, just looking. "I'm of two minds. On one hand, it would be nice to have Anthony be a bit bigger, to have you be not-pregnant for a while longer." A small smile graces his lips, then. "But on the other hand, you know I'm pretty much game for whatever life throws at us. You may not get pregnant for another two years, for all we know."