I think people are honest about the hard parts of parenting. I was really anti having dcs until it reached the point of now or never due to my age, and that was entirely down to the almost constant complaints about parenting that I was bombarded with from all sides. How pregnancy ruins your body, birth is horrendous, bf is excruciatingly painful. PND. Sleepless nights, no money, no social life, constant whining and crying, nappies, vomit, more nappies, toddler tantrums, terrible twos, threenagers, meltdowns, useless feckless DHs who do fk all, how it never gets better, how if you thought the toddler years were bad just wait for the teenage years! Those are sooooo much worse etc. Right up until the point at which they leave home. Then the moaning about costs, uni fees, relationships woes, drugs, mental health all start.
I came to the conclusion no logical rational person would ever have dcs
I'm glad I did. I don't have any regrets, and I feel my life has improved not imploded. Perhaps because of my very low expectations?!