I have most of my adult life waxed and waned over the subject of having kids. Circumstance (or being barren) has me without any of these delightful little liabilities at this stage.
I am, according to Stevie, officially an old cunt so this issue gains increasing weight as the years zip by.
Something like 70% of my friends, siblings and cousins have kids now. They're great, I really enjoy the time I spend with them and I get the 'you'd be a great dad' line often enough, not just from my old man who is desperate for me to knock out a grandson or two.
I imagine having my own would be in equal parts amazing and exhausting. The exhausting part I suspect gets worse the older you have them.
There's obviously loads of people on here who are proud of their kids and they clearly bring them joy. I can't get many people to fess up to it being a mistake (how could you, of course), although occasionally people seem to say everything but that.
If you were like me, what manoeuvred you into the decision? And is there anyone on here who decided against it altogether?
I'd genuinely be interested in people's thoughts and experiences on this, no matter where they are in life. If it's too personal then obviously just tell me to get bent.