I have two children that I adore. Both very planned.
However, I don't think I'm at all maternal (except towards my own offspring). Obviously, I'm kind to other children (and generally they like me, misguided creatures) but I'm not someone who wants to cuddle other people's babies (they smell "wrong") or wants to have long conversations about children. Never played with baby dolls as a child.
If we couldn't have had children I really don't think (I suppose you can never know) we would have gone down the route of IVF or adoption. I do know that I didn't have much connection to my babies before they were born and - again I think - would have seen a miscarriage as, at best, nature taking its course with an unviable foetus, and, at worst, an inconvenience. I do realise that for many, many people it's a tragedy and I don't mean to minimise that one iota. Just saying how it was for me.
I was very lucky because, as soon as they were born, something (hormones? Relief at cessation of pain?) kicked in and I adored them; truly, love at first sight. In fact, I was relieved to know that happened with the first, as with the second I still didn't have that "connection" before they were born.
I'm now aware I may soon have grandchildren but, if DC's don't want them, it wouldn't bother me. If they do, I'm sure I'll love them because they're part of my children.
I'm also glad that I had my children before my friends and family did; despite going on about how much they loved them and the special connection and lovely cuddles etc etc, they made it look like life became totally taken over by baby conversation, equipment and routines. I think it could well have put us off the whole idea.
I adore my children and, yes, love them more than anything in the world (including myself). I'm sure nearly all other parents feel the same. But, if I hadn't already "met" them, I don't think I would have felt the lack and would have enjoyed the extra freedom and money for eg gorgeous holidays.
I don't/didn't feel the need to bore on about them to other people (except their father, who was equally besotted but had the same opinions as I did).
Hearing about how wonderful it is to hear them telling you "I love you, mummy" would have made me feel just as queasy as hearing about somebody's OH snuggling up to them and cooing words of love and I know it wouldn't make think, "Must get me one of those!".
I don't mean any of that's wrong. Just trying to make the point that for some people (can't be just me and DC's father.... can it
?) children are an optional extra. Nice* if they happen, but not a huge defining thing that has to be a "definitely want" or "definitely don't want".
*Yes, okay, more than nice, as it turned out. Maybe I was jolly lucky there and I'm sure some will think I should never have got pregnant if I wasn't gripped with baby fever.