This may be slightly rambling so apologies in advance.
I'm in a same sex relationship. Been together 18 months. Live together.
I have a DD, nearly 15, from a previous relationship. I had her aged 19. I'm now 33.
DP is 34, has no children and wants them.
I always thought I would have more children. I assumed, for some reason, I'd have three in total. Now that there is a real possibility of having more children, I'm suddenly freaking out.
Part of me is terrified of having to go back go square one. DD is pretty self-sufficient and I've now got lots of freedom. The idea of sleepless nights, screaming children and the mundane 9-5 is making me come out in a cold sweat. It's not the idea of children per se, but the idea of being trapped in a "normal" job, juggling childcare, routines, living in nappy valley with a load of other families doing the same thing. When DD was small I took her travelling in South East Asia, spent lots of time in France, went to festivals, hung out with a wide range of people. I liked being a lone parent (DD's father was never involved) because that gave me the independence to do whatever I wanted, when I wanted (within reason).
Now that I have a proper, "grown-up" job, a mortgage, an elderly parent who needs care, I'm kicking against it like crazy. Part of me thinks that once DD is 16 or 18 and has effectively left home, then the world is my oyster. I could rent out my house, travel the world, volunteer with NGOs, maybe make a real difference (my job is fine. I'm a lawyer. But it's not earth-shattering or going to change the world). I could get a motorbike. Take up sailing and sail round the world. Move to a different country and learn another language.
DP is understandably fed up. She wants babies and she wants them now. I said from the outset of the relationship that I wanted more children. Now it's crunch time and I just don't know what to do.
I've always kicked against the norm. I've always had itchy feet and wanted adventure. I always assumed I would live in different countries, meet exciting people, have amazing experiences. Living in a city in the South West of England, working full time and raising children does not really tick those boxes.
But - in reality - if I wasn't with DP, would I actually want to do these things? Am I just being contrary (as is my nature)? Would I be perfectly happy having more children and a fairly comfortable lifestyle? After all, I can travel the world when I retire.
Obviously whether to have children or not is a deal breaker for DP. I love her and don't want to lose her. But nor do I want to be trapped.
Part of me thinks I should just take the plunge, have more kids and suck it up. But I just don't know what to do for the best.
Has anyone experienced anything like this? Am I just being a selfish twat having an "early-life" crisis?