See, and I grew up in a very, very happy home, had both parents to love and look after me, I played with babydolls as a child, and yet as I approached adulthood, I just didn't want kids.

In my case, it's not a fear of being a good parent (I think I'd make an exellent one, actually - and I handle stress remarkably well), it's just that I never felt any desire to raise my own children. And I know it's practically a sin to admit it, but I don't really like kids. Hell, I didn't like kids even when I WAS a kid! I do feel like I missed out on something having never experienced pregnancy, but I'm not a fool to think I could be pregnant and then not raise children. I'm pretty sure one follows the other!

Then I married a man who also didn't want kids, and my fate was kind of sealed.

Of course, now as I approach my 43rd birthday, I find myself thinking 'what if' quite a bit more than I had expected...