i've read through this thread with some interest.
it's a tough one, isn't it.
i think it might be the only thing (that i can see on the horizon) that could come between the GF and myself.
i'm 28, she's 29. right now is a bad time for her anyway as she has more-or-less finished her degree and is now heading off into the big wide world of work and careers...
her sister popped one out the other month and her best friend did so last week.
i'm sort of hoping that the stress, inconvenience and pile of shitty nappies that a new-born brings will convince her that she is better off without one.
and why do people get caught up on this new-born baby smell? the only smell that i got caught up on last week made me want to vomit and open the windows....
there was a time - before anyone i knew had one - that i though it'd be great having kids; a mini-me, a chance to improve the gene pool world, frisbee in the park, stay at home dad, etc., but all that was before i saw first hand the reality of kidizenship.
my best mate accidentally employed his GF as an embryo nursery. now the lad is three years old and he is great. it's fun taking him to the park (girls love men with babies), throwing him in the pool, strapping him onto the BOB trailer and tanking him up on coke and haribos before giving him back to his parents. but he's not mine. i'm only babysitting him (i know, i guess his folks are desperate and can't afford someone responsible). part-time dad works fine. (actually i remember the time i was carrying him on my shoulders through town and he began pissing himself. not fun, but it was surpassed by the time he shat runny brown liquid all over his dad).
it was seeing my mate go from a selfish individual who's decision making process was along the lines of "me, me, me, me, GF" to "baby, baby, GF, baby, baby, GF, GF, me".
he no longer had time to do the things he enjoyed. biking went from 2-3 times a week to once every 2-3 weeks. frivolous spending went out the door at about the time the baby bed came in.
they are now financially much poorer (literally bread line) and have hardly any time for friends and family.
and this is my problem. i enjoy being me. deep down i'm a selfish git (the GF would agree with this, although i doubt she's looking as deep as i am) and base my 90% of my decisions on what i want to do. i like being able to go ride when i want, stay in bed when i want/can and spend my money on what i want.
and it isn't just the first few years of crap filled nappies, piss stained sheets, whining and restless nights. i'm more concerned by the next 18 years after that; finding a nursery, finding a good school, homework, holidays, evening spent running to sports clubs, finding another good school (secondary school, not because they got expelled though that, too, is an option), jobs/career, etc... my parents haven't stopped worrying about me (perhaps with good reason) for all my years.
but then again, if it did happen then i'm sure i wouldn't despise the child and that i would love them. i may even end up saying that it was the best thing that ever happened to me... i know my mum and dad say so, but it sure is a lot of effort for what (from my perspective) they get out.
and, an odd one this, but i'm not sure i want to put that much pressure onto someone. i didn't ever want to be born. not something that i had much of a choice in, but now i'm here i'm having to deal with all of life's pressures.
isn't having kids partly a selfish act in itself? you bring someone into this world, lump all these pressures on their shoulders completely without their asking....
At the end of the day it is the only reason you are here!
no it isn't... well, from a biological point maybe, but we're beyond that now. i'd say the no. 1 reason you are here is to have fun.
and...
do you like having sex ?
if the answer is yes, then subconsciously you want kids.
says who? freud? what if you like having sex with animals? or men? or with your woman but like you would with a man?