I have an ex-g/f
who was desperate to get in the family way. Lovely girl, but hugely damaged unfortunately.

Towards the end of the relationship it was "baby-baby-baby" 24-7 and was really, really wearing me down. "You'll love it if it's your own" was not enough for me to knock her up and kiss goodbye to any notion whatsoever of having a life of my own. She popped over to see my friends for coffee, the tears flowed and subsequently they joined in sitting me down and TELLING me to breed.

Chaos, recriminations and fallings out ensued.

If I gave any consideration whatsoever to the notion that I might want to father children at some point, I was pressured for detailed timetables, ie "when do you think you'll want kids?" and "I need to know!" morning, noon and night. By the time I called the relationship quits, I had it on good authority from more than one source that she was considering "accidentally" missing her contraceptive pill. No exaggeration, I was actively researching where I could get myself vasectomized.

Personally, I get a lot of satisfaction knowing that my friends who have kids feel great about having them. I myself have two fantastic nieces who I love dearly. The irony is that I'm actually reasonably good with kids and dating someone who has them does not faze me in the slightest.

However, excessive cooing over babies and all things nappy related is usually an excellent way of alienating me.
(Bicycle Repairman "you're also a bit of a wanker", Thu 24 Jan 2008, 18:45, Reply)