A year ago, having a family and pushing out a few kids sounded like a good idea, something I wanted to do eventually. Over the course of a year, my boyfriend and I have completely changed our minds. We no longer have any desire to have any kids. I hate them.
My mother tells me when they belong to you, you feel different about them. I'm sure that's the case, but I still don't want any. I'm 22, not that that's old or anywhere near running out of time to start a family, but I just can't understand people my age who have children. I like to stay up late and get out of bed late. I like to spend the money I make on myself, I like to eat junk food and I don't want to spend my freetime taking care of someone else.
Also, I'm afraid of having children with mental of physical defects. I'm sure if I did, I would love them, but my life would be over as I'd have to spend the rest of my life taking care of them.
If I do have children, I think I'm going to adopt. You get a kid, you can be sure they don't have any disabilities, and you don't have to ruin your girlish figure.