Tonks was inching closer and closer to a nervous breakdown the more she talked, so Hestia cutting in with a reality check was helpful--but it didn't completely stave off her fears.
"I don't know," she said miserably, slumping her shoulders. "Wouldn't you? An unwed professor not much older than the students turns out to be up the duff and due before the bloody school year's done? I'd fire me."
The Remus issue was much more complicated. "He's Remus," she all but wailed. "He's brilliant, he's supportive, he'll make a fantastic father, but he's a full-time Order member. It's his job to get in spats and defend the world. He hasn't got time to change nappies. Neither have I. I thought--I thought we'd get married and have years before this happened, if it ever did. I never planned on kids. And that only makes me feel more rotten, because I don't want my own child. What kind of mum does that make me?"