I'm--sort of of four minds about it, right now, the first one is--hormones and stuff and the fact that I thought I was never going to be able to have kids because I was going to fail at curing age and die before I could rescue you from Mandos and now that's not true and you're here sending lightning bolts through my procreative instinct and the second one is slapping the first one upside the head and pointing out that we have the rest of forever and there's no rush and we should probably recover some more and the third one is all "okay but we're basically functional and desperately in love and yeah we should probably wait, like, a little while to get our heads screwed on straight and stop being so distracted but everything's basically fine now why not" and the fourth one is like WE THOUGHT VALINOR WAS SAFE TOO CAN WE EVER BE SURE ANYTHING IS SAFE ENOUGH EVER AGAIN!?