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Gwen raised her hands and made a motion with her fingers that she was going to keep it quiet. She followed the other woman and slid her hands against her hips as she walked into the room.

"Oh, this is lovely," she said with a smile and it was painfully obvious that she was going it alone. She was keeping a strong stance and a brave face, but it was really hard on her. "Oh ... I'm hanging in there, you know, trying anyway," she said, putting on a smile and waving a finger around the room. "But this is beautiful, it really is. I like the stars. Fitting, I'd say."

Alisa nodded with a wink, she's got something she borrowed from Owen on her desk she'll share later. At least, Torchwood's technology allows for the nicer side of life, that Tissue Scanner should be fun for the eight months.

"I'm not done with it, debating a rocket ship or two," Alisa smiled, and she fixed her pants a bit. She huffed some, it's nice in her mind to not be going at it alone. She looked at the stuff Ianto had helped bring in, and then back to Gwen. She's not a single mom, but she knows the stories well enough. "It's all we can do yeah? I'll admit, Jack or not, I'm still scared half to death."

Alisa looks at the cans of paint, and the open spaces on the wall. "Feel free to add to it, of course in a year or two, they'll be drawing on the walls themselves."

"That would be good too. I love how you're incorporating the space stuff for Jack, that's really cute," she smiled a little and looked at her then, shrugging a little bit. "He's going to be a great dad, you know, you don't have to worry about that. You'll have your hands full, that's for sure, with two," she was looking around the room and had already started thinking about ideas for the nursery in her flat. Once she found out what she was having, that was.

"Is it that washable paint? I was reading about that, that's going to be a godsend, at least in the flat," she said, tapping the wall. "Oh, I have a hidden talent for drawing, so I might be down here. You never know," she grinned. "And how're you feeling?"

"It should matter for him, after all that happened to him," Alisa smiles, as she looks at the stuff she has here. There's some concern in her mind. "Oh, he's going to be brilliant. I've got no doubts about Jack, I've seen him with the wee ones before. One you and Ianto, as three-year-olds.." She places a hand to her mouth for a bit to laugh. "You're wee seems to be the big handful."

Alisa liked the neutral colors, she figured no harm in getting things done while she's not globular. "You bet. What kid doesn't enjoy a little personal wall art?" She runs her hand along one of the empty walls, to think of all the things these kids will experience. "I'm sure, I can spare my mom when it comes to sitter work."

"It depends on the day, the morning sickness comes and goes, but I have it under control. I'm just waiting for the next two weeks when I get my energy back," Alisa smiles, as she moves her t-shirt aside to show the small bump. "How about yourself? I've got some ginger candies in a jar on my desk, they're a god send."

"Well, I have no doubts. If he can corral all of us as adults, I don't think he's going to have a problem with the wee ones at all," she said, crossing her arms over her chest and getting a giggle right then.

"That's good, I still have to come up with something for the flat, I just have no idea what I'm having yet," she remarked. "I kinda want to go traditional there. Pink for a girl, but not really ... bright pink either. I don't want to be blinded everytime I go in the nursery. But you know, subtle." She looked at her then. "I'm sure your mum will love that."

Gwen waved a hand. "Same here. Mostly I get really sickish when I have been getting over-emotional about everything. I tend to do that. My hormones are going all over the place. I know I'm going to be out of my head soon, but it's a good indicator anyway." She smiled at the woman. "Thank you. At least someone else is going through it at the same time as I am."