I find this a very interesting thread.
So I was brought up in a rural, remote farming community. I was married at 18, before UNI. It took us twenty plus years to have a baby. I was a professional, solicitor albeit legal aid in the country so partner by the time I was 29.
Ten years into marriage, partnership established, yes absolutely the pressure was on to have children, but we couldn't. We lost eight babies, had many rounds of IVF fail and were told it would not happen. Hitting forty along came one then the next.
I spent over half my grown up life consumed by something I could not have, something that came easy to everyone else I knew. My job meant I was often removing children, yet I was unable to carry them. Excluded from so many things, school events in the community, whispers of why is she here, like I'm some kind of child catcher, now they want me on the PTA?
I'm now at home with mine, and it is so, so hard. I have no idea who I am anymore. Gone from conducting a jury trial to crying because the baby has a fever and the hospital is two hours away. I'm isolated, lonely, struggle to maintain a reasonable grown up discussion and have never had time away from both other than to have the second. I'm crippled by a sense of loss and anxiety I cannot begin to explain.
Would I change them, absolutely not. Was the expectation the same as the reality, absolutely not.