The first one was an accident, the second one was deliberate, and the third one was the result of drinking a bottle of vermouth on our wedding anniversary.
I like kids and so does my wife. She really likes them! Not long after the wedding, it was: "I wanna baby". Then, "I wanna 'nother one". Then another one. The last one turned out to be two. I found out about that twp weeks before they arrived. We had four kids in four years, with twins topping it off! It was pretty amazing watching her nurse them, one on each breast. She wanted more, but I was able to convince her the budget couldn't handle it. Then it was: "I wanna career". And she got one, and we balanced the domestic roles and two professional careers. But it worked, and they're great kids. I wouldn't give up any of them for a minute. And I hope the payoff will be some care and visitation when we hit those "golden years".
We had one miscarriage and three children. My wife wanted another but I felt it was a risk for her since the last pregnancy causing her a lot of health risks. I have no regrets. Two sons and a daughter. My life turned out differently than I expected but I'm glad I have children, now grown and three grandchildren.
This may sound selfish but I wanted a kid to protect myself from myself without a kid. I can tell you that it worked for me. I had a wife that I loved, just started a new job and made enough to live responsibly. Having a kid kept me away from the people that I did bad things with. I had to go to work and take care of my family which meant I didn’t have time to hang out with them. Out of the old group of people we ran around with I’m the only one still alive. Even my first wife didn’t make it. ,
Because if done correctly, they become the single most important, amazing, and incredibly satisfying adventure of ones life.
