I always thought I didn’t want kids. Then I met now-DH when I was 35, and thought it’d be a good idea to try. Had a niggling feeling in my gut that it wasn’t going to happen, and another niggling feeling in response that that’s how things were meant to be for me.
Fast forward a couple of years of fairly half-arsed TTC and it turns out it’s highly unlikely we will conceive au naturel and that IVF, or more specifically, ICSI, is our only option.
At that point, we reassessed whether we actually wanted them or if we thought we did. Bearing in mind that by now I am 38 (nearly 39), and DH is in his 40s, we’ve come to the conclusion that actually, we can’t be arsed. DH was never massively fussed, I got a bit carried away with it all, but now I look back with relief that kids didn’t work out for us.
I love our life as it is. We have loads of fun, spontaneous and planned, and a chilled out flat with one cat mooching about in it. My plan is to retire early and either travel or live abroad. I want to be doing that by 50ish, which would not be an option with a kid in tow. I don’t want to be having to work for the next 20-odd years, or to have someone financially dependent on me for most of that time.
Environmental factor is a big thing. I work in a field related to climate change and a lot of the scientists (I am not one) I know in that field are not having kids, due to their knowledge of what the planet is likely to be like to live in in say 50 years’ time. I wouldn’t want to bring someone into a world with such a likely future of being not a nice place to live. I also wouldn’t want that on my carbon-footprint conscience. I think I’m pretty cool as a person, but not so great that the world needs a reproduction of me.
I lost my mum about a year ago, a few months after she was diagnosed with a horrible illness. I would not want to put any kid of mine through what I went through when she was in her final weeks. It haunts me every day even now.
I wasn’t even that great a daughter a lot of the time. I relied too much on text and email and didn’t visit as much as I should. I don’t even know why as we had a great relationship most of the time. I must have disappointed her in that respect and I wouldn’t want to be similarly disappointed but I also know that any kid of mine would likely have the same travel bug that I do and so there would be no guarantee I would see much.
Finally, I totally get the posters who have said that a child needing lifetime care is not in their plan. I feel exactly the same and, for me, it’s not a risk I am willing to take.
In short: my life is pretty cool as is and I am going for the “if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it” approach.