Anonymous wrote:I've been pretty sure since I was in my teenage years that I didn't want children. I went through some years where I was open to it, if I were with a longterm partner who was really into it. But I married someone who wasn't interested in having children. We're 45 now. I could see us maybe fostering at some point, but if we don't that's ok too.
When I see the lengths people go to to have bio kids - the years of trying, IVF, the cost and emotional toll. It must be something you want *so badly* to go through all that.
What does that feel like, to want kids that badly? Is it like a physical urge? Is it something that takes over your whole mind, where it's hard to think about anything else?
I hope this isn't a trivial comparison, but it's as good as I've got: The closest I have to that is that I work in a creative field where every stage of success is very difficult to achieve. I have minor success in that field now - back when I was at the bottom rung, it felt like that was the only thing I cared about, was getting somewhere in that field. I wanted it so badly it hurt. (And now I am waiting to see if I will be moving up another rung - and I find myself in a constant state of stress and anxiety, waiting to hear if it'll be happening.)
Anyway, I know some people think that people without kids hate kids or don't care about the struggle to have them and the joys of raising them. I don't hate kids and I do care. I just don't relate. But I'd like to understand, if you want to share!
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:This is an interesting topic. I never had the urge to procreate, but at age 34 just jumped in and had one hoping it would be cooler than it sounded in my head. I didn't even decide it was a good decision until my son was around 3 (while my friends were in love from the get-go). And as much as I love my son now, the urge never hit to have another.
I was also talking to a few moms of all boys recently about how sad they were when they found out their third was a boy. They all expressed similar feelings of devastation (mixed with guilt). I was trying to understand what it was about having a girl—nobody could really pinpoint or explain it. I wonder if wanting a certain gender is a similar urge to wanting a kid in the first place.
I also wonder why some of don't have this baby gene—if the goal of a species is to reproduce, then we should all have it.
My DW is pregnant with our first and we just found out it is a boy. DW is pretty disappointed, as am I (but to a much lesser extent). We wanted a girl.
I believe her exact words get to the crux of the issue: "I don't even know what I'm supposed to do with a boy. I'm girlie."
Boy kids are super cute and sweet and love their moms, she will be happy.
I think that there is a feeling of ambiguity and unfamiliarity when it comes to having a boy, especially if it is the first child. DW - in the same conversation - asked if we could try for a 2nd, lol. DW's family is dominated by women, so that's what she's comfortable with.
Of course, we are also incredibly fortunate to be pregnant with a healthy boy and have the resources to raise him. I refuse to lose sight of those facts.
Anonymous wrote:So many selfish, pathetic women on this thread. As somebody's kid, it's nice to know that I'm only here to fill some void in my mother's life because she couldn't find anything meaningful to do. Maybe that's why the rest of life seems "trivial" to you... You never actually tried.
Anonymous wrote:Agree with PP - it was a feeling that something was incomplete, not right, and picturing my future without kids seemed bleak and wrong. Now that I’ve had two kids, the urge is gone and it’s hard to remember exactly what it felt like... which is how I know we are totally done. But it was super strong at the time.
Anonymous wrote:My husband and I both had a strong physical urge to procreate, as in "get that sperm in me RIGHT NOW." We felt this right from the beginning and got married/pregnant less than a year after we first met. Even after three kids and being in my late 40s, I still have the urge to make a baby.