I was a career girl. Liked making money. No time for anything but myself. I married my husband at 37. I never was around kids. Never babysat. It wasn't that I didn't like them, they were just never on the radar screen for me. At 40 I got pregnant and delivered at the age of 41. I had a wonderful job, good money, all the stuff we all like and plenty of time to train on my bike. I ended up quitting my job when my daughter was 2.5 - I just couldn't do it all and wanted to be a better mother than my own - but that's another story. I got pregnant again and miscarried. Then did a GIFT procedure and it worked the first time. I was pregnant with twins and miscarried one. My son was born at age 44. I am glad with my choices. It was hard adjusting to not working- my identity was totally tied up with what I did and not who I was, but now the kids are old enough that we really enjoy biking and skiing together. We are very active. I have found some new work opportunities both at church and at school - using the creative side of my brain rather than the numbers crunching side. My older sister had one child and swore she would never have another. She hated the whole birth experience. My younger sister never had children - she has adopted mine for fun and games. She and her husband help disadvantaged children from time to time and enjoy their life together without children. I try to stay in the moment. Enjoy where I am and not project into the past or into the future too much.