I never wanted children, but I had my first one at thirty-six because I was afraid I’d wake up one day at forty something and it might be too late. And then I’d really want a child because I always want what I can’t have. I had my second at forty-two. I look back and think those days as a family were among the best days of my life. I didn’t particularly want the responsibility of a dog after my daughters were grown. And now I’m finding out just how special that bond can be, too.
Give yourself time. Don’t rush. There’s no hurry. You’ve just barely had time to adjust to being married. Enjoy each other for awhile first.