"Of course not honey," Lily agreed. "It's not like I helped fight a war or anything last time I was pregnant." She gave another eyeroll, more exaggerated this time, clearly amused by James.
On the other hand she wasn't worried at all. She knew Harry would understand, and was secure in his place in their family. If anything might potentially be a bother to Harry, Lily had to assume it would be that she and James might ask him to babysit.
"I'm sure everything will work out fine." She demurred. "Although I'm not sure how your father will survive my current issues with the smell of pumpkin." She refused to let anything dull the happiness she was feeling over finally telling Harry and getting his blessing on his soon-to-be sibling. James could stress himself out over the maybe's and what if's, but Lily didn't think they both needed to.
"Your father and I both agreed that we're going to try and keep it mostly quiet for now," she mentioned. "At the moment, we know, and Marlene knows since she's the one who let me know. I assume the Marauders will know soon enough as well."