When I fell pregnant with ds I was working in international marketing, working mad hours; expected to be in the office early to communicate with our Australian office, and expected to stay into the evening to communicate with our US offices. So a long day. As well as taking work home (and I was only a junior/assistant!!)
Dh worked / still works as an electrical and airconditioning/refrigeration engeneer. Better daytime hours, but opportunity for lots of well-paid overtime including many weekends.
Neither of us would be available to pick the baby up from childminder/nursery on a regular basis, and we did not want a baby to place it in childcare from 7am to 7pm.
We are very lucky for me to be able to say at home. We are by no means loaded, infact we are only just paying all our monthly bills. But we bought our house (a modest victorian semi) before the houseprices went mad so we can afford the mortgage on one income.
I love being at home with the dc. I love not having to juggle work and thier needs. They are both at school now (youngest in reception) and I help at their school with reading etc. I love not to have to worry about taking time off work when the dc are ill and off school.
Dh loves having me at home because he can concentrate on his job, do overtime as requested etc, without having to think about how to work it around the dc.
As I said, we are by no means rich, and when you live in affluent Surrey commuter belt surrounded by big houses and flash cars you sometimes think you have made the wrong decision. But acutally, I know I have not. I have stopped measuring myself on material posessions, the person I am is not defined by the age of my car or the size of my house. It is measured by how happy we are as a family