Rodolphus' mind was on so many things at once - the rebuilding - finding a new base - the baby... He may have been issuing far too many orders at once.
He looked up. "They know our general location. I am not going to just sit and wait whilst the likes of Antonin Dolohov decide it might be a good idea to lay siege. You know how foolish and unstable he is."
"They have us generally pegged in this corner of the map, even if the Fidelius still stands." He was not willing to just sit and wait. They had become complacent and they had now been attacked.
He managed to snort when she mentioned his desire to hurry. "Well perhaps you have forgotten that the longer we wait, then the harder it will be for you to move. You shouldn't be apparating as it is."
It might have seemed a little silly, but he recalled Theodore's concern for his wife during the end of her pregnancy, and remembering the woman's screams as she gave birth to his heir. Padma was young, healthy and yet she struggled through birth. Was it too much to be concerned that his much older wife was going to possibly have her own problems carrying his heir?
"Or have you forgotten that there is a reason why they call a pregnancy a 'period of confinement'?"