You know, I have the lingering suspicion I will never have children. That's right, no little Bradley's or Bradettes to worry about. Here's my logic: I left the Dub's two years ago (almost) and am still a couple years away from a degree. I'm 27 now. My career path will not likely provide me with oodle's of mu-lah (I'd rather really enjoy what I do than make six figures and have a neurotic, joyless life). I have a lot of personal goals (grad school, hopefully) and am generally more concerned about "The Big Picture" than putting my life on hold for a minimum of 20 years while I:
Deal with an angry and depressed expetant wife.
Have some whiney kid throw up on me.
Pick up toddler from day-care and other damn annoying places.
Fork over thousands just to give my kid perfect teeth.
Explain EVERYTHING for God's sake (and still have them not "get it")
Have a mid-life crisis.
So, knowing me and my iconoclastic, somewhat lazy, swimming upstream nature I think I'll pass. The whole "family" thing just gives me the creeps. When I'm old and want warm fuzzies I think I'll just go to the zoo.
Bradley