Spencer wrinkles a nose at the realization that he's the first of his small circle of friends to be having a child because really, it just doesn't compute. "This is all very strange," he admits with a laugh, "not that I'm not enjoying every moment of it, I am. I'm excited and terrified all at once but seeing so many people in my living room and knowing that they're here to celebrate the fact that my husband and I are going to have a baby..."

He trails off, shaking his head in awe as he glances at the crowd of people in front of them. "I don't know, I just never would have foreseen this a year ago. It used to be difficult to remember why I ought to get out of bed in the morning and now, every just means we're that much closer to meeting our son or daughter." He looks back at Essie, his smile softening. "Anyway. I don't mean to wax poetic about it, you can feel free to interrupt if I ever get carried away. Enough about me now, how are you?"