It's like they (I know I say they like it's a different species, but, hey...) don't realise how much pleasure there is to be had from being a loving DH and dad until in some cases they are indeed strong-armed into it to coin MrsMattie's phrase! (did I say I was pretty much the same with my DH? )
I don't know if it's laziness, fear of the unknown, or the awful media banging on about desperate women, gold diggers, bunny boilers, ball breakers etc etc. Or even if it's because "they" (ha) watched too much Men Behaving Badly in its day and hanker after that matey, studenty, sitting on the sofa drinking cans with your mates type lifestyle.
Now, I'm not kidding, in the trendy pub near me it's full of dads with their shiny new babies in their shiny new buggies, in the beer garden in summer, all flashing their shiny wedding rings about and looking all rueful and "yeah, under the thumb now mate big time" but LOVING it really and sitting round a table surrounded by pints and buggies and talking Bugaboos.
It is heartwarming. And so irritating on behalf of the women I know who are still waiting (aged 37 and after 7 years together) for some sort of commitment, who's partners are more interested in their wide-screen TV than the 10 minute, annual quick chat about marriage or kids. I mean, aged 37 and with a 7 year (decent) relationship under your belt, what would you do? Chuck it all in or keep holding on? Because if you chuck it all in it's like the last 7 years have been absolutely wasted.
I know it's not always like this, or this way round but it is for a lot of the women and guys I know.